over the singing tills, her gut was the food hall, hung
with fat pink hams, crammed with cheeses, fruits, wines,
truffles and caviar. She loved her own smell, sweat and Chanel,
loved the crowds jostling and thronging her bones, loved
the credit cards swiping themselves in her blood, her breath
was gift wrapping, the whisper of tissue and string, she loved
the changing rooms of her heart, the rooftop restaurant
in her eyes, the dark basement under the lower ground floor
where juggernauts growled, unloading their heavy crates.
The sky was unwrapping itself, ripping itself into shreds.
She would have a sale and crowds would queue overnight
at her cunt, desperate for bargains. Light blazed from her now.
Birds shrieked and voided themselves in her stone hair.
The birds relate to the sky “unwrapping itself”. But these birds don’t represent a wonderful natural world, simply the fall-out of a sky that is flimsy wrapping paper. The whole world,the cosmos, has become a materialistic place where everything is bought and sold. 
 The birds' call isn’t birdsong but unpleasant shrieking. That they “voided themselves in her stone hair” is a symbol of how the woman has abased herself, allowed her destruction to spread outwards, and in the process destroyed the world around her.
The Woman Who Shopped