Cross-Lodge Intake Briefing – Fragment

The WELCOME kits sit in a pile,
Arranged in a standardized style.
Though nobody reads
The text that precedes,
We log them received for the file.

Keep titles you carried before,
As soon as you enter the door.
A “Master” we find,
Is someone assigned,
To tally the forms on the floor.

The lodge is convened by the drawer,
A ritual spanning the floor.
We check how it slides,
Where paperwork hides,
And label the desk as a door.

The strict obligations are gone,
There’s nothing we wish to put on.
The optics will do,
For me and for you,
So please let the briefing move on.

We whisper the failures we see,
So graphs won’t awake in the tree.
The optics demand
A slumbering land,
Where metrics are bound to agree.

A visitor entered the hall,
Believing the charts on the wall!
Deploy the elite,
To manage the sheet,
Before all the registries fall!

You asked if you leave the domain,
Will records of you still remain?
The clerk made a note,
Of questions you wrote,
And printed the document plain.

The auditor looks at the sheet,
To see if the layout is neat.
By turning the page,
They verify stage,
And mark the inspection complete.