o'hare in poetry

The miracle is not that we can now cross
a continent in a manner of hours via the
marvels of modern airtravel, though that
should be the miracle.

The miracle is that we have managed to,
via monstrous bottom-line capitalism
and state-sponsored fear-mongering,
render something amazing into something
by measures tedious and maddening
circuitous and bleak.

These are the shitty miracles of our age.