The Market
A bazaar sprawls in the shape of a spider's web
Look across its neon-lit threads
the hungry
who shuffle through narrow aisles
They are captivated by what gleams under fluorescent light
a packaged hollow delight—
the shoppers clutch their baskets
and whisper prayers to plastic
They reach and grasp
at the goods on display
at promises crisp and false
They buy and discard
as the market and desire sway
as wants multiplied and scarred