pushed to the margins
hanging on by one stressed thread
to toxic or barren fringe-lands
when the once-verdant centres could, and did, hold
us, all/
“Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.”
while now, all about it
“reel shadows of the indignant [shore] birds”
harkening
one day soon, you too, will be residuum here
An ephemeral asphalt pond after heavy rains in the parking lot of an abandoned mall, long-infested with gulls, as testimony – not merely to the inorganic evolution of consumerism, but of the intersection of NAFTA and other free-trade agreements, American soft segregation and hard apartheid, and the inherent discriminatory and predatory migration of US and Western global capitalism.
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