Last night I headed home from work, my mind,
on what I saw before my eyes. You see,
no tiles, no stone-clad pillars pierced the blind
of sight, but eyes gave shape and hue in feed
to brain, and brain read, thought saw clear and lined
the signals up, and grasped this light arcade,
the marble tiles they\'d polished, shining bright—
the \'they\', the human minds and hands that made.

Cos things have makers, bosses, owners, pain
of hunger, rent, disease and debt, all quite
apart from cars, goods large and small—again,
all worked on, wolfing steel, oil, people, land.
Behind the surface eye-fed films my brain
saw rage, class war, and rebels take a stand.