Nameless

All things of beauty

Can be found in the penance

Of the trash big cities churn out.

Painted on your walls, with precision

Are the works of art that come

With dollar tags imprinted on your mind.

This is your weapon against loneliness.

This is your armour against the solitude

That your soul craves.

A squirrel on a rhododendron tree

Nibbling away with alacrity

Will only seem wondrous

If you paid $1000 a night

At that resort you planned a vacation at.

To ease the numbness that defines you.

Any other day, you would brush away.

An an annoying monsoon insect

The jarring image of the old withering man

Picking his lunch from the trash can.

Where you chucked your potato fries-

Cheap and unhealthy, to you treadmill toned body.

As you munch on a herbed salad.

And discuss innocuous details

Of a rat race that you won, and he lost.

Live your reality of soundless screams.

Live the horror of 'a life well accomplished'.

Accomplished, yes. Within your amnesia of ideology.