Prosperity

Prosperous ghosts leave their party streamers on the ground.
We pick them up, examine them, with a zoom lens,
imagining the parade we must have missed.
A second parade of brooms comes by,
men doing their jobs, to clear the streets for passersby.

How do you say fuck you in Chinese?

Tend to your brother's wounds.
The bento box lifestyle is a chip.
We live a life devoted to charity.
The world isn't over.
But it's not happening here.

All our brothers are long-lost.
The invasion occurred.
The masters live among us.
Discreetly.

Abstract expression was of course an act of decadence.
We should have known.
It was obvious.
And now that will never pass again.
At least not here.