Eva Jackson: 0118

Tender alerts: poem 3

The Department of Rural Dev and Land Reform
Want someone to watch them, to check them, to fawn
To pursue them, to view them, to check that they are
Of high quality, meeting some internal bar
But not like for limbo and not where you drink
A standard, you ‘stand? In their monthly lip sync,
They’ll be scored for performance, for flair, preparation –
Some guru will mark them on smart presentation.
The truth is this all may be slightly more dry
They will pay for an audit. Again, not their guy.
But how can I help you? All these people with tenders?
With needs in your eyes, services all unrendered
Like maidens bereft sending specifications
Your coy hopes expressed through inert invitations…
And sometimes, you ask for what just cannot be. 
You’ve invited a bid for a crazy melee:
For Provision of the SITA Micro Organisation Placement & Migration Management Service
You shock me so badly it makes me quite nervous.
The service provider must migrate employees
To a new micro structure. I cannot appease
Such a cruel organisation. I give you my leave.