Publically Festive In The First World
Let's walk under the glittering spheres,
The star-mimicking cages where electrons pass,
That pollute our view and really mock the stars,
Because man-made light is always too fierce.
Let's go to the christmas market tonight,
To wallow in blissful nostalgia,
Borrowed from an imagined culture,
Because there can't be a single dark bit in light.
There cannot be anything that we regret,
There cannot be guilt, so we give a penny
To feed one child on o