Eden

After the landmine holes have been refilled, after the bombed-out buildings

have been rebuilt, when the din of the mournful cries is no longer real,

the corporate garden of Eden begins. The neon lights erected, the

foundations laid and the symbols ingrained. Behold the true spoils of war,

in which the soldiers sport the logos. Behold the true spoils of war in which

the chess pieces are knocked down and sold.