Before me is a human masterpiece
Consisting of hundreds of carefully
Engineered and manufactured pieces,
The product of drawn specifications,
Financial analysis and dozens
Of meetings where fat comfortable men
Debated bottom lines and product lines
Before breaking for lunch served on silver.
Meanwhile, the end customers scrape their food
From dented tin cans as they stand knee-deep
In germ-infested water, their taste buds
Dampened by the purifying odor
Of chlorine, trapped behind different lines
In the rain of shells from the howitzer.