Yourself watched.
And in the office in which you were recorded
you were
muttering to a high up, angry satellite
it’s mind and yours –
Make no sound except
A cluster of legs accelerated into
numbers heated by bodies of banter in
the lunchtime work-out, fitness,
ready for the quick stamp panic attack,
of early get/out.
Followed, we were armed for both system and escalator,
descending further
as we cross a trackless plain
directed by camera.
A million rush past every minute but never shout –
we never will.
This is our only record.