The plastic simulation of gilding
Aloft the commercial monument
The logo the icon of selfish tenders
The thoroughfare a lesion
Visible from space
Supply chain orthodoxy
The theology of logistics
A mercenary pop song
Commandeered as an advertising jingle
Consumer cecotropes

And for all this
Imagination is never spent
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall
I think I may well be a Jew
His straining rump among the flowerbeds
Now fish dart among their bones
The acrid lilt of dissonant harmonies
Recollection will not be denied
Nor will the lover’s plaint the casualty’s plaint
Remain silent