The picture in the paper showed me more
than many, waiting on a stormy day
to spend their money in a clothing store,
where two times ten percent they’ll take away
from prices set a hundredfold more high
than any good material is worth.
They mobilize around a shopping cry,
these ravenous consumers of the earth.

I think they overate the day before,
and indigestion woke an appetite
to wait at 8 a.m. outside a door
that open will indebt them. Their delight
resembles greed and bestiality.
Their mania is alien to me.