Eliot - Fragments
July 11, 2017
Coursing across down up roads crossing taking lefts
Rights, centres, to the body; blows from city heats
Preliminary knockout rounds selecting who might what
Fill out our set shop-window: paucity today
Of finer decencies
I made a list this day on a short shopping trip
To buy
Some stocks of groceries, and whilst sat on wall
Waiting to be brought home again by motor car
By bagsfull lately saw
I jamborees of negligent events – I give one here
Do ponder:
See fleets of business vans gathered for use arrayed
Scattered about a busy street beside this busy store;
Parked up, packed up, and idle for the day,
No drivers, but
A phone went off so often and its answerphone
Kicked in so many times though hope was all but dead
For callers to that van obtaining anything unless
Some mobile minutes wasted
Entrepreneurs, the smaller sort, whose vans and businesses
Obstruct these roads; absorbing scarce road space
Without so much a wrinkle felt of offered:
Are much regarded, salts of the very earth
By city councillors and other weighty types:
Are needless of hard-standing to comport their fleets
Safe off the public way
Income, employment, oils for wheels of commerce; they
So highly stand in estimation on such wherewithal:
That gainful profits should be had; provide such rich congestion
And reason, law, and common duty look the other way
Seem worthy in such cause.
This latitude on right consideration
For others, for harrassed users of the busy store, and way
Provides a seedling germ for others’ clever-clever calls;
Smartarse smooth ‘work-arounds’
And many greasy money-seekers reach to take their cake
Who seize delightful chance to make a stealthy quiet march
On others, other ways to spike their neighbours nonetheless
By bending, by commending, they extend plasticity
Of good form, common rules, thus they enter the abyss:
Such stow a wedge in pockets, money proper spent elsewhere
Payrolling decency
Besides there are those fuel fumes astir from seams of traffic
Hampered by reams, battalions; oozing stupid chemicals
And add high temperatures of hectic stoked frustrations,
Plunged into local airs as roared through very vocal lungs
Vernaculars parse out pollutant mass abuse
Volatile outrage spouts from mouths inclement f-word strains,
Yet let the freebie fleets of vans be granted stolen space;
Count them
Among the public goods
Yes, let expense outright be spared defrayal overnight
No adequate appropriate and off-road garage lots
Have the locale’s good manners and good air not worth a turd:
Such value for the pound figures our warped commercial ways.