Brisbane <br />several applications later <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Who are these <br />who from outside have held me afar? <br />(proffered a hand but to push me out) <br />who have stood behind wholesome words, <br />genial manners and glib postures <br />to stand me at the edge? <br /> <br /> <br />each <br />bold with a name <br />not hiding behind a <br />nom de plume <br />though using designation and position <br />but each faceless, or if met, poker-faced <br /> <br /> <br />They set out procedures and invite applications <br />they hold out forms (and hope) by mail, fax and website <br />but who are these? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Who are these <br />who have been measured <br />and silently cunning? Keeping a semblance <br />with distinct communications <br />and standard letters... <br />Many with cheerful vibrations <br />on the phone, <br />efficient-sounding; <br />so many mysterious and hidden <br />in district offices... <br /> <br /> <br />How can I get near? <br />How can I break through? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(from Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/job-search-2/
