nothing personal…

tourist items
manufactured in china
for
the local market
replicated
indigenous art
sold in
riverbank stalls
by
part-time natives
natives
carving out
an existence
in
a one percent world
complaints
issued
by
travelers
who’ve
already
sold their collective humanity
they are
the commune
of
anesthetized day-trippers
who
outline
verbally
over
an air-conditioned lunch
the crass nature
of
indigenous commerce
commerce
that
replicates
the
world
that provided
their passage
to
this
riverside
market

 

this old wall…

hands
have pushed
and
chipped
at
these old mortared
dreams
for years
and
i would be remise
if
i claimed
that
there has been no effect
but
it still stands
though
it now
leans more
to the ground
these days
and
without question
cannot
withstand
much more pressure
even with treatment lumber
bracing
it
as
they say
it’s just a matter of time
and
in the blink of an eye
the wall will
crash to the earth
embraced
metaphorically
for
the last time