Death by meeting

They use so many words to say nothing at all.
They sit feet from one another – yet are miles apart.
Oceans may separate them, seas and valleys,
But at the end of it all, they are right back at the start.

They call one another, to hide their faces
They write their views rather than say them aloud.
For to speak up would mean to show up,
But to participate isn’t really allowed.

This is the art of the conference call
The soulless exchange of ideas
Meetings in the name of synergy,
But really just a collection of fears.