It’s said to be the season
There’s a tide in the affairs of men,A moon in the affairs of women.
Anthill downsizes
A coin dropped beside it asks
“Did they break even?”
They say we are in the slow good-bye:It was fun for a bit, Capitalism.One-hundred-fifty-years-plus-ismWestern world wide…
The permanent lines on her wrinkled face she harbouredOn her shoulder the loose threads flyWaiting for the ones gone from her lullabyTo the city…
The satisfaction