Walmart Nation ~ #Poetics @dVersePoets
There used to be a field here,
guess maybe there still is
only now, it's asphalt under fluorescent
rather than meadow green under sunshine.
They march like zombies
toward glowing happy faces
remember the t-shirts
where they had a bullet thru their brain?
I feel that here
as they fall to their knees
in the name of consumption
and falling prices
All walks of life are greeted
from the back woods to suburban centers
all are welcome here
as evidenced in the slack eyed grins
Who stand at attention waiting to greet you
make you feel like you belong
while pushing the button
out of ignorance
forced assimilation
to this grand, plastic Walmart Nation
Through the windshield
I fool myself into thinking I'm protected
young and old
waltz toward the light
there is no outside evidence
of the black magic at play
just the constant hum
of the streetlights
that have replaced the maples and oaks
who were content to stand in silence
ignorant to the threat
false security
A woman drags a screaming child through my eye line
chubby cheeks smeared in snot
and the kid looks no better
guess the plastic must have melted
Now a man
does he not realize
that rubber plant is the last thing his man cave needs
better than the day-glow titty poster, I suppose
ah yes...now the new recruits
young, dumb and full of fun
ready to dance down the aisles
to distract the watchers like me
from the evil at work.
WORK!
Whoops...
I grab my coffee and the steering wheel
one brand name
to offset the ill effects of the other
and I (in my own bubble of ignorance)
hit the road.
We're people watching at Poetics today over at dVerse...and this pic I snapped last night while I sent my daughter into the frey proved the perfect inspiration for my write. And for any who might be interested, there's a free-link up on my 100Thousand Poets For Change page so you too can lend your voice to this amazing world-wide event.
Comments
Like the scenes you captured here Tash ~
And it is so true that customers/consumers morph into zombies as soon as they hit the door...
My cosy little supermarket where I shop early morning (after night shift) is almost empty then - lovely!
Sad thing is is that a new 'super-supermarket' (triple in size) is in the process of being built to replace it.
Will I become a zombie too?
Anna :o]
Well done, Tash. Good commentary.
I enjoyed you turning your biting criticisms of others on yourself at the end. Nicely done.
Now a man
does he not realize
that rubber plant is the last thing his man cave needs
better than the day-glow titty poster, I suppose
for the originality of perception-- my life so changed by mobility loss that a high of my week is to drive to WM after midnight and drive my cart at a good clip through the bras...xxxj
love your "observations"!
♥