Corporate automaton

There is no cause for complaint,

Nor a folder in which to file one,

Should such a thing attempt to exist

No, there is only

Continuity

Head down, eyes blank

But for the blue-computer-screen shine

Reflected therein.

Tendons sliding smoothly

Beneath paper skin

Fingers flickering over the keyboard

Filling the silent void with empty clicks

The only shade of humanity;

the occasional hissed breath

Reflexive downward twitch

of nearly immobile lips

indicative of a scream

never to be uttered,

nor even imagined

by such a dedicated being