A downlighter soaked the back of his hair.
“We’re just not made to be people who say:
‘In five year’s time’ – we’re big enough!
How do we put that in the graph?
I’ve no idea what the others are doing.”
Three sprang to clutch the stand,
but were beaten back again; “No!
What we’re trying to do is give positive feedback;
business works by interaction”,
and his a finger stabbed at shadowed knights.
The room mustered, the table shook,
heads strained back to folded arms,
a pencil spun, a pen cocked,
disinterest is thumbed to a hidden keys
and one bends to gather his sword.
“I’d rather it was done in a collective sense,
everyone knows their true skills –
we should represent diversity”.
Another turns to his wrist and lips sotto voce,
and there’s a mutter of eyes shed right and left.
The circle slumped, the going near.
“Will more be involved in our destiny?”,
but this has become a colouring book,
an agenda creased to unequal squares, and
with a guttering of a candle in the darkened chamber,
the assembly fell.