We ponder Deserted scenes in office blocks, Fluorescent lights incorrectly fitted That flicker intensively Over empty desks, Dirty cups, and wastebins Full of deserted ideas From people Who dream only of computer screens We break glass to escape The burning plastic That comes in nightmares. We live in dread of breathing Toxic smoke in narrow corridors, Encountering death in stairwells Broken lift shafts, Car parks devoid of vehicles and light, Or anywhere within Their sphere of influence.