In this world, we have the haves and the have
nots. The billionaires within a trillion
dollar economy, the poor who live
under viaducts in their tent cities,
sleeping the dream-life of cockroaches, rats,
trilobites, extinct for ages, hidden,
roiling beneath the sea, turbid, murky,
irritated, annoyed, disturbed oceans
arching their backs like cats as giant waves
level the playing field of the workers.
Capital, from the head of the devil,
assumes the position against a wall,
praying to God, deaf as the sea, herself,
in a moment of rapture, disappears,
trail unknown, the suspect from the police,
as the arm of the law, extensive grip
lifts the perpetrator from a top hat
in a magic-show act, the magician
silently bows before the crowd, money
trickles down as cash, a drizzle of rain.
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