Gas station sushi

Class is only visible 

to those who move between them

The food repels the hunger

For a minute of your soul

Who produced the Sushi

For the gas station in Visp?

Was it fishermen or robots?

Was it human or machine?

What prepared the rice?

Was it children paid in wages?

Were they not?

Tell me what‘s worse?

And the books were never hidden

You just didn‘t care to read them

By the time you sought to find them

They got pulverized to bits

And the lights are shining low

In the place I miss the most

And my memory still fails

to hold a candle

To my past