Four staff enter timid humble
First a shake then a subtle click
a discernible low rumble
It goes up the gap light flicks
Random gasp from one inside
Three of them guess which
want to check but prefer to hide
Numbers have all eyes fixed
Every morning repeating glumly
eyes locked on hollow numbers
waiting for light to shine each through
Illuminating them validating them anew
At their floor pleasant beep sounds a blessing
Trading morning glare for energy led efficient
Murmur giggle and freedom from oppression
Little box of shame of dissimulation
No good mornings or how are yous
Just heavy coats laptops and overtime blues
Eyes on floor numbers the KPIs that exceed and flounder
vassals to the numbers that drive market uppers and downers
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