The Supermarket Poem by David Connah

The supermarket door swished
Opening closing to its design demand
She stood there under the canopy
Out of the rain or the sunshine
A packet of crisps
Her stonage was many
But the brutal concrete
Which robbed the soil of light
Stunning its bright creativity
Withstood her increasing demand
The demand was growing in mutuality
Another crisp entered mangled to mush
Started its downward journey
Her eyes; billions of years of creation saw
Her emptiness concluded nothing
She would know her friends

The earth from gasses swirled, formed
Became solid
The daylight came then the night
The daylight came then the night
There was Eve, there was Adam
The multitude adds to multitude

Now, Adam behind his lectern speaking
In his rich suit uniform
His right arm raised, he pleads for more
The dissatisfied iron rips, forever seeking

More is a word without end