Capitalism’s Cantata

The man sings his song to capitalism on the corner of Pennsylvania and 21st, “Ice cold water! One dollar!” And whilst the shakers just move and shuffle beyond, he proclaims still.

Where does Jesus stand in the midst of despair in the land that is free, brave and blessed? Perhaps he serenades his love through the Vietnam veteran that looks so vulnerable. Like a male peacock lurking in the landscape, a flag of many colors billows above fire and treetops. A society jinxed from completion, withheld by its deep  pride and fiscal fractures in the bone of rock and concrete.

Many eyes have seen the glory of the Lord’s coming, but it is portrayed “In God We Trust” on a dollar bill?

The flower seems a figment of imaginative desires and holds thorns, plenty. Worth admiring, but impractical as heels of height. An eagle perches, divine eyes, upon branches of stone structures men built, to watch, to listen, to protect.