Sep 1, 2020
1 min read
Between the Golden Bars
From a bird in a gilded cage
Pecking at the walls of invested desire
Feed the well a doubloon
It spits back an ingot
Vaults of piggies full to the brim
Generations of interest ensured
But coins in the mattress
Poke holes in retirement
Green paper walls
Tear and burn
Between the golden bars
Gleams a life with all the trappings
Luminous bowls in the lap of refreshment
Halcyon hours around the table of…
