Annexa Sorrowmark

The sorrow was far too profound,
To put in the document’s bound.
Annexa appeared,
And the feeling was cleared,
To an index where nothing is found.

If the pain is disrupting the flow,
To the secondary records it’ll go.
The Sorrowmark guides
Where the tragedy hides,
In a footnote the system won’t show.

The main text is shiny and brief,
Completely devoid of all grief.
Annexa stands by
With a formalized sigh,
To offer a hidden relief.

The layoffs were brutal and swift,
And the company needed a lift.
Annexa swooped down,
With her corporate frown,
And swept all the blood in the rift.

We packaged the trauma away,
So the boardroom could have a good day.
The Sorrowmark hid,
Everything that we did,
In an annex of deep, dark decay.

The records are squeaky and clean,
Like a perfectly running machine.
But Annexa knows well,
Of the bodies that fell,
And the violence that happens unseen.

The metric of pain was defined,
And strictly to margins confined.
Annexa ensured,
The data endured,
Where management never will find.

The system began to expire,
The network was catching on fire.
Annexa then filed,
The screaming compiled,
As “thermal events to admire.”

The grief was assigned to a drive,
To keep the department alive.
Annexa was certain,
She closed the right curtain,
By archiving bees in a hive.

The top-level view is quite clear,
There isn’t a problem this year.
Annexa just hid it,
She already did it,
The backup is somewhere near here.

The slides were a beautiful hue,
Concealing the horrors we knew.
Annexa the scribe,
Concealed the whole tribe,
In margins where legends once grew.

A comma was placed in the red,
The system was instantly dead.
Annexa reacted,
The margin extracted,
And filed it as trauma instead.

The appendix was fully complete,
And stored on the network receipt.
Annexa reviewed,
The data accrued,
And closed out the system retreat.

A pixel was rendered too slow,
Which caused the whole server to glow.
Annexa recorded,
The panic rewarded,
In footnotes the system won’t show.