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Subscribe to Wolf Moon Poetry newsletter from Boston poet, S. Donovan Mullaney, a.k.a. Shea Mullaney. Chances are that you're here because I either know you personally, you've bought one of my books, or have expressed interest in my poetry.
Wolf Moon Poetry is an automated quarterly update from me, including new poems, essays, reflections, and upcoming events.
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Thanks for supporting an emerging artist. I'll give you only my best.
Warm regards,
S. Donovan Mullaney, a.k.a. Shea
Newsletter Dated: 1/11/2007 1:35:25 PMSubject: Wolf Moon Poetry: Broken Link & A Poem Greetings:
Sorry for the extra email, but several of you have reported trouble with the link for the PDF of my newsletter. Here it is again, simply cut and paste it into your browser.
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Also, I have some great news. Pemmican has agreed to publish "Shopper's Prayer" this spring. I've enclosed the poem for you; I hope you enjoy it.
Warm regards,
S. Donovan Mullaney (a.k.a. Shea)
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"Shopper's Prayer"
Our Supercenters, who are
in forest towns and city jungles,
we hallow your Low Price.
Each Sunday, your flyers come
and we run, spending
the last of two weeks' labor
in stores from Beijing to Washington.
Sell us this day, money-changer,
our fiesta-ware,
knick-knacks and cheap underwear;
and forgive us the occasional trespass
onto competitors' store premises
(we want the golden deal!)
as we forgive you your human relations.
Lead us to a disposable world
and deliver us from value.
You're in all nations, all kingdoms; yours
a global market power; yours, a plastic chain
of demand and supply, long enough to lasso
the moon—
now and forever. Or until
we want our money back.
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