People Over Things

I like to see people more than things.
And it’s so often things that are portrayed
When you glance at the cover of a magazine.
And the famous sell themselves off for parts
When what interests me is the whole.
All the same, now and then,
I search for it in between 
And now and again, I find it, 
But most of the time it’s fallen through
By giving the world the thing it thinks it wants.
Perhaps it is a mistake to look for a soul where there is not.
Surely. Surely. And there are plenty of wholes hiding
In my daily walk. But even there, sometimes
They’re hard to see, for so many
Advertise their useless parts, 
Covering up the whole
I long to see.
And would to God 
That I saw more people and less things.