Xmass consumption

Walking through the doors
I feel something dying every step
I’m not sure if it’s the air
or the people or the lights
or the brightness of the signs
that sing consumption’s praises

Oh!
Something
is consuming
Yes!
But I’m not sure
it’s us

Laden down with purchases
clenched tight to stop them fall
His voice pitches joyous upward
returns eyes light, a smile
To not be served by a machine
But the prospect of a person!

Oh!
Something
is consuming
Yes!
But I’m not sure
it’s us

Wandering confused round the car park
arms cut red deep with bags
One says to the others near
Can you remember where it is?
Being in that place so long
must have done something to our heads!

Oh!
Something is consuming
Yes!
But I’m not sure
it’s us

Many presents missing presence
Carols corralling in the broken
Though we may never hear
its one true voice out loud
We need only look around to see
the invisible hand has spoken

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