Everymomentuponmoment I listen
for my heart to skip a beat
reaching its expiration date.
One day, death will be called Elevation
like a word created under water achieves a new meaning.
death cannot be altered
Though riches and knowledge keep changing, death stays the same.
What we eat, defecate, and consume-
our grandparents never knew as food-
is now reconditioned, labeled and shipped anywhere
where cheap is the new gold standard
and a brand is worth more than the content.
A young worker in China packages goods
he can't afford to buy; travels days and days by train
to visit his dying father
the biggest empire in the East
that shipped tea and spices, porcelain and silk garments to a world frozen in grime
so he can tell his father
Ipads and jet wings,
heart valves. pain killers and dog food,
better and bigger exports China has ever known.
He hopes his father dies content and doesn't see his frayed coat imported from Somali.