The Curse of Commerce
Words I can’t comprehend
Spoken by men yielding tools I don’t know how to use
Building things I can only fathom
Imagined by others
Soon to be touchable, visible, functional
One thing I do understand
Is the soundtrack of Da Nang
Of my neighborhood
Is comprised of the mating calls of commerce
In competition as in concert
Hopes of power financed by whom?
Drawn to status’ light
Backs to the rest of the world, shadows lying over
And has been
But can be no more
Who’s looking to whom?
How would we live without examples of those who had gone before?
Is there a need for that building?
Or has the need been contrived—or is it yet to be?
No lack of hotels, resorts
Most windows remain dark most nights
Nobody there to witness the progress of another
Being built in the neighboring lot
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I quit a job I enjoyed at Founders Brewing Co. in Grand Rapids, Michigan, and left my family, friends, and beloved dog to join my boyfriend in moving across the world, in search of adventure and new experiences. I arrived in August 2015.