Her secret zero was such
That anything void of value
Resided in a register: a complicated accountant's ledger
Where red
Battles black to a draw. Nobody wins nor do they lose as nothing is ventured towards capital. Suitors find
Her calculating, not cold -
distant - at a safe remove -
An overlook where she sees
All sides and leaves nothing to chance.
As days grow into quarter-centuries, her vetting
Takes on a studious fervor. There are height v weight ratios, lies
Discovered during the interview processes, with the barrage of questions more probing and invasive with each successive candidate. Her life has now become Fort Knox, a sandbagged battery where she reigns as administrator, work-drone, and CFO. No product is made , but security is upheld as a corporeal goal, no wage; rather evaluative sin. Fortresses often die from the eroding of infrastructure, the walls too high to remain upright. She was her own Fed, Fannie Mae, and other stalwart pillars - too big to fail; not to fall.
-jim hill (10-5-2016)