Here's a start on an abstract landscape inspired by Slag's thread on Folk Music and Capitalism:

The speckled birds wait upon library shelves
For readers to make them a part of themselves.
Wings that only unfurl in dimensions of mind,
Will hatch nests of ideas in the heads that they find.

Primeval beasts wallow and fight over oil.
Decaying remains of old thoughts fill the soil
Where thickets of language and tall trees of dreams
Drink deep of desires that flow in the streams.

(Take it away, folk. I'm running out of rhyme. I'd have liked to describe rumours, media programs/articles, and songs fluttering about like flying insects, heavyfooted grazing agribusiness leviathans like Cargill followed by flocks of laboratories pecking and scratching through their droppings, a colony of small towns flailing and wailing as hearts are torn out by a pouncing Walmart, and small businesses scurrying through the detritus looking for crumbs. Real-world resources are food, and "liquid assets" are blood for the beasts. The "flying" kinds are so lightweight they live on attention alone. Information or ideas are genetic material. But in this world, creatures can also divide, merge, and transform. See also meme and complexity theory.)