Commercial culture coexists with this –
a scripted settlement in parallel,
with automotive atmosphere, the kiss
of poison fast food handling and the spell
of household toxins. Pulled by ads to buy
unworth to eat unhealth to dream of gold
and lie with lead, consumers live and die
asleep, electron-lulled and flash-controlled.

The archaeologists could build a site
on any franchise operation. Hauls
of styrofoam they’ll drag into the light
when they make classic digs of shopping malls.
And none will be more puzzled then than I
am now, at how? for whom? and – really – why?