Job description

We come in shifts

Clocking on

Stumbling through a grey dawn

Drooling, sniffing, mumbling

We orientate ourselves towards the day

And thus bear witness

Now, bored

Now, distracted

Now, elated

Now, afeared

To what assails our senses

Filter what we can

Mould a little into fantasy

Forget the rest

And on

Until the next shift assembles

Rubbing its eyes

Exchanging clichéd jokes

And it’s time for clocking off