My Poems 01 — Office: SILO
I have an office
A big one
Packed with staff like jam
They call it an open-space office
After removing all the panels and walls
That used to form offices
Many small ones
Inside a big office
SILO
They claimed
Is a barrier
That separates people
That inhibits communication
The walls must be gone
The panels must be pulled down
The space must be open
They call it an open-space office
With a thorough renovation
That cost millions
So be it
I still go to work at 8
Find my seat
I get to see strange faces all around me
Me around them too
No one cares to talk
Despite the proximity all this meant to be
No one talks
Yet everyone talks
To themselves
In the open-space that’s too huge to breathe in
SILO
I wondered
Must also mean —
Secluded Individuals in a Lonely Open space.
