Cure for the common

A cure for the common
Would be all the rage, 
Imagine.

Our treatments tumble into obsolescence,
As new car/new house/new drug/new job/new gene
(Impaled on their own indiscreet effervescence)
Washed away by the cure for the common.

Yes, Shakespeare was right:
Perhaps all our cures for the common 
Are panaceas, who are only waiting to be 
Treated as common by us
Perhaps everything common is in its deepest being beautiful

Achingly, longingly lovely
In the order of ord'nary things.