Sheaves of stamps with perforated edges

Crumpled postal orders and giro books

Biros, jotters, paperclips and ledgers

Welcoming smiles and knowing, sideways looks

Parcels, diligence and calibration

Columns filled with calculator clicks

Ink stamps thud in rhythm with the nation

Lips seal envelopes with efficient licks

One day they came with boxes, drills and cable

“It’s time for change” wailed the HR orison

And below the weighing scales and tea ringed table

Lying, humming, blinking, black Horizon

To reboot, control and alt delete lives

Eighteen thousand screens, printers and hard drives