poetry

Committing Economics

for Harris

So much technology
such gadgetry
the touch of electronic savagery
revs the motor of antiquity
through this giant century
and the little Romans watch their stocks parade
across the aching backs of the world
spewing dollars and death into the greedy hole
the sucking pit
while here on 14th Street
we're all in debt
looking for rent in the daily insult.
This victorious capitalism
born of feudalism
wherever it heavies its dreamless boot is where you'll hear the name of
God.
Bless.
What represents gold
barrels down the information highway
spills across the hearts and heartlands
kills the forests, water , air
turns a hot heart cold goddamn.
Goddamnit.
My love watches the numbers roll
and fears his fate's attached
to the virtual soul of the Wall Street patrol.
Eyes of coal
teeth of spears
they award themselves global custody.
Global. It's Goddamn global now.
They give themselves the right to break my lover's heart.
His thundering beautiful heart.
Goddamn monkey men in monkey suits.
Goddamn global reach reaching straight into my lover's head.
Torching his dreams as he sleeps in bed.
Where did all the money go?
Where did all the money go?
Where did all the money go?

- Barbara Barg

Courtesy of Poet's Website


*photo credit/wikipedia, lunar libration, author/tomruen