Priced out

What do we care
if they close down a lofty posting hall
and give us a window at Smith’s?

It’s all about getting a letter delivered
on time and at lowest cost,
making efficiencies, cutting waste.

Human life distils to this.

And soon we’ll set a price
for the scent of summer rain,
for Ursa Major turning above,
for the touch of a lover’s lips.

Somewhere, perhaps, 
somebody already is.