Capitalism fragment

the world of things just as they are
compells the most private part
to exhibit and flower and dance:

here is the apple, the carpet, the red wagon,
the tree, the backache, the transvestite,
the pumpkin and stock trader, the final ending

the dancing and laughter conceals a terror
of want, the need to have more than the pile
just in front of me, shining but warm

to the touch, the wincing and grimacing of struggle
has created lines and a cough that erupts
at those times when the least we want is rest