In the eyes of your friends
Is the dull, caustic glaze
Of reciprocal pain
And utter lack of recognition
Felt in the aftermath
Of an executive decision
The halls echo of fading camaraderie
As though the exodus were a celebration
And with adequate spin
Logic is diverted
For the duration of the meeting
In which came formal clarity
The list of names was short
But affects the entire team
The news calls it a downturn
But they were casualties
Walking amidst the ghosts
At a loss to surpass the shock