A Poem: “Why All This Waste?”
by Peter Kwasniewski
Why all this waste?
This waste of silk and linen, gold and silver,
Incense, marble, rarest woods and precious stones,
Particolored glass, and iron curiously wrought,
Contrived, collected, and deployed in one small space
When everywhere without,
The poor in multitudes unnumbered
Shiver in ramshackle huts and thre…