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TRAPPINGS
TRAPPINGS
Afzal Moolla
Flitting in
and out
of malls,
Scouring the aisles
for more,
always for more,
walking,
undead,
through glittering halls.
Seeking out
Luscious fabrics,
softest silk,
satin velvet,
crushed denim,
faux-fur,
trinkets and biscuits,
sleek gadgets,
that perfect shoe,
a must-have accessory,
cars, curtains, silver-ware,
gold time-pieces,
that stunning set of pearls,
as empty desire
gleefully unfurls.
Piling onto
heaving trolleys,
food
and
more food,
and yet more food,
to lighten the spirit,
to elevate the mood
as countless starve,
a prime pot-roast
of dead flesh
we must carve.
Yet,
emptiness prevails
as quaint notions
of professed humility
silently creep,
scurrying
out the back,
while unquenchable need
mutates, grows, pines,
it’s insatiable hunger,
no longer able to feed.
The saga continues,
smiling faces
lobotomised
in the intoxicated haze,
with eyes shimmering
through a toxic
consumption-fueled,
trance-like glaze.
Trapped
within the trappings
of excess,
the undead
waltz on,
oblivious
to the torn consciences
that have
been so neatly,
so brutally,
shred.
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