When anything becomes standardized, A whole art is lost. Consider the screw, Once made by hand, and nor was this Unskilled work, like ushering or ‘food prep’—

Picture a world all of handmade screws, Agonizingly beautiful and expensive. Even the minivans are teak and mahogany. And the women: of the very finest quality.

And this world, which is yours, to live in now, Is crushed, powdered, cut, and reproduced To a sort of artificial crab of itself, Ten percent gelatin and fifty-five cod,

And they say: “but it’s cheaper.” And you say— But you don’t say. Since of course they’re right.