The Fresh People Food
stuck in a 1980s timewarp
the muzac bland, Mainstream
middle-of-the-road. nothing changes.
there is no War on Terror, no poverty
just row after row after row of groceries
staked in columns and battalions
soldiers erect and in uniform
And when the front line is consumed
the back is moved to the front.
nightfall. depletion. replacement.
nightfill boys are expendable too.
no award rates here.
the machine grinds on.
an illusion of changelessness.
broken packages put out of sight.
spills are wiped up
profits are up.
- Rob Walker 2015
rob walker is a South Australian writer, composer and poet, with three collections of poems published in Australia and one forthcoming: tropeland (Five Islands Press) this June, and recent poetry published in The Cortland Review, Illya’s Honey and Red River Review (US), 4&20, (UK), 21D, foam:e, cordite, Australian Poetry Journal, Mascara, Rabbit Journal, Unusual Work, Verity La and Best Australian Poems (AUST.) He has also published short stories and collaborates with other artists to produce audio poems and musical tracks at ccmixter.org.
Personal website: www.robwalkerpoet.com