How now Mao?
given your 15 of fame,
Entomed in an American museum
as a commodity hung on a wall,
Crudely silkscreened in black with loose
Unregistered brush strokes to give it a handmade look?
Back home, your billboards and posters long gone,
Supplanted by skyscrapers commerce and carnivores.
Your brand is bankrupt, footnoted, irrelevant.
Not so much communism in these capitalist times
No appitite now for a fearless leader with a hand held book.
The people are distracted, shopping, texting, phoning.
Corporations and oligarchs are winning again.
Things that were too bad to be good are
Now too good to be bad.
So, how now Mao?
Unregistered, mass-produced, with a handmade look.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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