Consumed, #2

We are consumed by
want, by greed.
Consuming has become
the yardstick
to measure our shiny, plastic
success.
We make more
to consume more,
until we find someone
who will make more for less.
Then we consume that
but no longer
produce.

We forgot the first word
in GNP is
gross
and consumption
is a sickness.

 

Today is Amazon Prime day. Yay consumerism.

Consumed

Today we constantly consume
to try and sate our avarice,
although it bears our future doom.
Today we constantly consume
while spirits fade, cadaverous.
Today we constantly consume
to try and sate our avarice.

Fulfillment Center

What has happened
to a nation,
a people
who think its fulfillment
can be ordered from a warehouse?

Yesterday I was listening to a program about jobs on NPR.  The guest said many people are leaving the retail sector for jobs in Fulfillment Centers.  Well, when I heard ‘fulfillment centers’ I thought of something like Willie Wonka’s Chocolate Factory (though, actually that creeped me out a little bit).  But some place beautiful, that involved nature and spiritual pursuits and maybe puppies (but not puppy mill puppies, and no puppy poop), or maybe a library that had free coffee and tea.

Ok, basically I had no idea what a fulfillment center was.  But as I listened I realized what they meant by ‘fulfillment center’ was warehouse that dealt with e-commerce.  That’s just so Orwellian, I sort of couldn’t believe my ears; but when I looked up the definition, sure enough, I found this:

“Fulfillment Center: The location where incoming orders are received from affiliated stores or locations. These orders are processed and filled. These centers may also work independently of specific companies where orders are outsourced for the purpose of fulfilling customer orders.”
You can see for yourself here: Business Dictionary

I’m not sure I can express how profoundly sad this makes me.

Consumed

Who worries about being minimalist?
An entire industry arose
to organize stuff;
to build stuff
to hold
stuff,
to help us
get rid of stuff
so we have the space
to fill with newly purchased stuff
 
But what are we trying to fill?
What went haywire in our hunter-gatherer brains?
Where is your empty space?

This is for the promp 55+ at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, where we are asked to write 55 words, plus use some aspect of “space.”  Click on the link and check it out.