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A Good Man Ruined (Free verse) by Dovina

Working alone, the ace engineer gets it down. Like an artist of few mistakes, he conceives, births practical designs, buildable, awesome. Promoted and monied, he runs a team and thinks he can run the world. Off for himself now, fumbling, failing, fanatical, driving nails in what he could have designed, still unaware. It's the fault of a woman draftsman, he's told, but he knows it's his own damn fault.

zodiac 28-Jul-05/12:10 AM
Then we're back at our old impasse. If you wrote this poem for yourself only, bully. If you had any other purpose or audience in mind, I just don't think it works. Besides, I don't believe thinking things are your own damn fault is very healthy.




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