Out the window
what do I spy?
A bubble-eye mirror
like a giant eye
Banks of ‘rescents
over an empty hall
and yards of cubicles
just ’bout this tall
It’s late at night
they’ve mos’ all gone home
so it’s just us guards
who’re left to roam
the crannies and the nooks
with the Detex clock
that we punch on the paper
while the plant we walk
with our jangling keys
made to fit each latch
and reportin’ our positions
back to ol’ dispatch
