Increasingly we are moved by the shoddy
And the garish. Given this state of affairs,
A new form of plastic beauty has emerged.
We see its curious development on screens.
It is contrived in neon lit studios.
And we spectators emerge out of shadows,
Like the wounded or the dying, and wait
For its vulgarised 'magic' to revive us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem