IV
Little Atlas

Jonno, Jonny G, Galtybabes:
a man has many names,
like a man has many clothes:
It's just one more thing we think we own.
Jonno biked to the factory
every morning at daybreak,
home every evening at twilight,
but it was hard to fake the feeling

on his breaks — when he rolled a fag
and took a long look
out the one-way window —
that he was shorting himself.
Atlas, Atlas, Atlas,
Rolling the name up and down his head.
Was it a failure of mission, or.........
       (       whisper it                      )              ......... ambition?