Sinking Under Their Own Weight

Slim as crisp biscotti arranged in neat, sparse rows on a blue and white tea plate were the little red freighters I remember from my youth, resting at anchor in the harbour, waiting to unload.

Now, fat as cannoli oozing whipped cream, today's container ships wallow; icons of consumer gluttony.

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