......Annuit Coeptis
......"God has favored our undertaking."
.................- United States One Dollar Bill
In the off-gassing boom of plastic
we were molded into the middle class.
We were social security.
Anything new was neato or groovy
without a thought of where it
or anyone else came from;
without a campaign to promote
us to ourselves as the good,
the strong, the hard working
people of the heartland.
We knew.
And we knew you, too.
We read about you in Social Studies class.
Your crops and your minerals,
your imports and exports,
your systems of government. None like ours.
We were better off than you
or anyone else
in the entire world.
We knew better than to say so.
Our dinnerware, the chairs, our socks,
our Jello. Our lives. So gaily colored.
Every dollar spent, a prayer answered.
Every Sunday, an envelope in the basket.
Bingo was the name of a dog
and there was no lottery.
We began to listen
to our radios
with one ear plug.
Each of us cradling a phone,
our hope, your future
in our hands
as your next inventor.
An idea like super glue could fix anything
and yet we were the children
of planned obsolescence.
Each of us threw away more
than you will ever own.
: :
Now we know
how to look busy
as though we are monitored,
as though everyone were paying
attention, or could even afford the time.
(As though you are reading this.)
We steal each other's buzzwords
and we sell each other Systems Change.
We believe ideas have names
like "organic" and "local." We believe
these are new ideas. We argue
about birth control. We swipe
our debit cards. We buy
whatever you're selling.
We wear you like fashion.
In the Midwest we bank
on a nest egg of corn.
The weevil owns our seed.
Analyzing bubbles and bail outs, we think
we will stand united, we enjoy
the belief that we are all kinds
of awesome. We chat our tangled webs
around a kernel of panic.
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Note: minor changes made to second section since original posting.








