fast food

the pigeons
are fat.
the rats too, bellies dragging,
they lumber in twilight
towards
the park cans,
the dumpsters in the alley.
the people too
are large.
the eating is endless.
the drinking.
there is no more planting
or plowing,
or harvesting.
not a muscle used
to eat.
it's yelling into a speaker
as you drive
through the narrow
turn.
holding money out to
a woman
in the window.
her arms too short, too
large
to give you your change.