a gaggle of balding tortoises who can’t escape their shells
sitting on spreadsheets or sifting through dirt
not working from home, they work from houses
captious troglodyte men
an honest job, a job for life
those who wouldn’t read about the world let alone live in it
occasionally the suns light slaps the walls
a forgotten reminder that the fringes end
that these people were once children
morose trilobite women
an honest job, a job for life
if we all leave at once the trains will stop and the world will slow
the sun will slap these grey faces
casting shadows on wrinkles
and smiles
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