Bad Poetry Friday

Behold
by [REDACTED]

I've seen so many shops in my time
Pixels out of place and foreign
The shadows do not match
And colors clash against each other
The foreground and the background are at war
And in the middle of it all
A subject far too small
Too hidden to have hidden meaning
It stands alone untouched
Pure radiation
As though the last defender of an
Abandoned outpost
As though it is saying
"All the devils are here"