From Pinsky Poem- First Line

The figured wheel rolls through the shopping malls and prisons,
sweeping up fast paced shoppers and sticky hand cleptos
as they all entertain their discounted lives with meaningless
object passion for the glittering fresh molded plastic of

the window shop items they absolutely must have.
Buying rushes that render the masses ransom to their piling mounds of debt.
Swipes, swaps, they never seem to stop their syncopa-pation movements
Of the buying delirium trigger snap of angry grab hands flying.
In the frenzy, zombie hunters in search of manufactured sustenance

fly by racks and stacks as recycled air brushes past their face,
over dead skin and scalps letting them believe they are free
when they are really bound prisoners to their shopping mall convulsion craze.

The figured wheel rolls through the shopping malls and prisons.
Catching in its spiral spun spokes the haunted prisoner
inmates of blocks D K N and Y, until they carry out their sentences.