serpentines swirl with the coming

serpentines swirl with the coming
of more snow or just another day
limpid I neatly fold old light
into mysteries of more and same
there is a fine line drawn
between the living
and the feeble door knockers
crying barefoot in frosty farewell

weighed down by day's anchor
I slept in a sluggish forgetfulness
dragged and skinned
by the few that actually owns
almost everything
piled into dark caves - no reason
greed is a powerful tool
for the possessively challenged

lives flicker and die every second
generating more gold
to the lost lunatic dragons
not even in sleep is there justice
small men keep marching
just for the hell of it
lesser men look the other way
it's all about the Sumerian math



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-03-12 at 04:05

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Great stuff. The analogy with dragon and greed is a good one.
2017-03-12



I used to like to see the serpentine of the movement of the snow of cold windy days. But, yes, I know this is not about snow. I see the greed of the rich made by the misery of the poor. Seen again more than it used to be as help for the poor is mocked and taken away. And all because someone had to start the Sumerian math. Something near that, anyway. Great poem with images that come clearly to the mind of the reader. I enjoyed reading this poem of the misery of our times.
Ashe
2017-03-12