The Wonders of the World
The wonders
of the world
land into the hands
of the highest bidders
A lodge,
a spa
is all that remains
At the gates,
the dogs of beauty
bark at anyone who dares
to peer
through the plywood sheets,
they bite
anyone bold enough
to dream of occupying
its aqua-blue waters
its sprawling valleys
or its coralness
The breeze of the ocean
zips through the fence,
makes the barb wire whistle
before dying in a vacant lot
where a few children play soccer
with a ball made of tape