funny how when you feel symbolically speaking
youve been bought and sold yourself a few times
your wish to sell nothing yourself becomes more pronounced
not even a thin mint
and so you scatter silver breadcrumbs before the birds of gold
so that they sing as they say or as was said of old at the doors of Heaven.
but we are talking about the economy now
or maybe just forced to listen to those who wont stop talking about it
and I wish i wish money had never been born
among all these green hills,
still living. and I descry it from my soul feeling oh God
surely, we could have lived another way.
mary angela douglas 25 march 2020
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