these are the things nobody owns
given free and worthless
made by no-one knows
in a country far away
encased in cardboard and foam
slickshine of stickytape
sliced through and thrown
clean from the box
as though untouched
but
whose fingers caressed
plastic casing and imagined
those in the west
unwrapping
their creation
did it pay for for a day, an hour, a week
chucked on the heap
weep, world
steep price to pay
these are the nothing things
that nobody wants
made, shipped, given, slippedmemory, unregarded
thrown away,
still… will… outlive
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