By J.J. Tindall
SHANGRI-LA SHATTERED
Look: tatters. Tattered
concrete coat upon
steel-rod sticks.
Leave it shattered,
the shuttered Shangri-La Hotel,
ersatz Shamabala
starting at six hundred
grand. It matters.
Leave it: husk
of a hoary hard-on
replete with billboards
and price-points.
Botch without bang,
dry whistle whimper
late to the orgy,
stately pleasure dome
diseased. Leave it
rot by the river
where everyone can see.
As in a crucifixion,
leave rot a cautionary
corpse, a shining for fools.
Hallow what is wrought
when luxury for a few
marauds mercy for the many.
Leave it rot so we
NEVER FORGET that wrought.
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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
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More Tindall:
* Music on MySpace
* Fiction: A Hole To China
* Critical biography at e-poets.net
Posted on August 11, 2009