Artifacts Poetry, Ray Hinman

Corporations Buy and Sell

Corporations buy and sell
kingdoms rise and fall,
goods surge like rivers of traffic,
the poor huddle in their pealing apartments;
the opposition: slender types in black,
with their MAs in creative writing,
chattering lists of platitudes
to a crowd that applaud
everything it hears.


Rivers boil away, woodlands wither,
species die out,
fighters fight, ranters rant,
everyone makes their living from
a dying planet.
Sometimes I go out to look at the moon,
radiant white, or chili pepper red,
lost in the clutter of lights.
Does it remember the things we have given up?
The moon just smiles and says nothing.