Corporate World

The dull paths of our lives:

sat at desks, endlessly clocking up

corporation minutes, whose sponge-like

insatiability drives us through our days;

propellers rotating at the speed of

managers’ whims; incentivized with

carrots of preferment, in fact, further

enmeshment in their cogs, deeper commitment

to the captivity; to become a presenter

of the starving statistics, those graphs

with ever-widening jaws hidden behind

the oh so convincing lines.

And you,

with family, far away, withering in the drought

of your time, the young imaginations fired

by the lightning flashes of the natural world

doused by your distracted interest,

your removal from their wonders.

And the inevitable hook from your carriage

onto your world of office, desk and air-conditioned

ambitions, your soft-padded shuffle through life,

your highs and lows doled out by those

who have experienced the thrills of more spacious offices.