![]() ![]() Throat-slit in offering to the cannibal throng of Times Square. Pugilists and oligarchs, femmes fatales and anointed virgins Sitcom stars of every social trope and ethnic denomination, Needy comedians and country singers in handsome stetsons, That each day is an eternity and every night is New Year's Eve,Ī cavalcade of B list has-beens entirely unknown to me, In all its earnestness and absurdity, that it never rests, ![]() Relentlessly analyze their end-cap placement, product mixĪnd shopper demographics, that this is the culture That so too do Wal-Mart's ferocious sales managers Of sunlight and water, the enabling balm of nutrients, Never certain which configuration will bear the optimal yield In which the trees rearrange their branches, season after season, Of a pomegranate, I realize, yet again, that America is a countryĪbout which I understand everything and nothing at all, Holding, in my palm, the leathery, wine-colored purse With his corncob pipe and jovial, over-eager, button-black eyes, ![]() Shopping for Pomegranates at Wal-Mart on New Year's Dayīeneath a ten-foot tall apparition of Frosty the Snowman ![]()
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