The Back Office of the Big Bank

November 18, 2016 admin No comments exist

There are no more paper cups
or plates or creamer to be found
in the pantry that is no longer
a pantry but a coffee nook.

Half of the desks are empty.
The windows remain unwashed.
The palm in the corner withers
as no service waters it now.

The walls feature posters
from conventions
held years in the past when
they boasted of a boom.

Even the chairman took
one less week on Martinique
in a cabana off the beach.
He shared photos of the sea.


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