salary man

Written by: jan oskar hansen

Salary man.  
I had been to a place I should not be, alone 
in a street with neon light and it was dawn. 
I saw a human river coming out of the subway 
running down some steps, filling the street 
with silence and the drumbeat of despair.
 
 Neon light shivered as the harsh day took over 
thousands of men in suits, and some women too,
 dressed as fitting for work, when filling offices
 with gravity and restraint as befitting for salary
 people who came from the mysterious suburbia. 

Evening, the river was as a film run backwards, 
down into the subway the river disappeared in 
a silence that lacked any expression of delight,
the monotony of work had made them into shy
human robots that had succumbed to labour.