When anything becomes standardized,
A whole art is lost. Consider the screw,
Once made by hand, and nor was this
Unskilled work, like ushering or ‘food prep’ –

Picture a world all of handmade screws,
Agonizingly beautiful and expensive.
Even the minivans are teak and mahogany.
And the women: of the very finest quality.

And this world, which is yours, to live in now,
Is crushed, powdered, cut, and reproduced
To a sort of artificial crab of itself,
Ten percent gelatin and fifty-five cod,

And they say: “but it’s cheaper.” And you say –
But you don’t say. Since of course they’re right.

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