interest rates
.325 percent.
next month
.3259 percent.
loan debt
equals
interest.
money
in the bank.
community
every one and their aunt
indescribable suffering
diseased loins
lions refuse
half moon bellies.
tattered towels for shallow shame
useless in death and
front page frame
every one and their aunt
and their mother
and their child
and their brother
every one and their aunt
leave their fathers
leave their sisters
leave their families
every one and their aunt
statistics
statistics
statistics
of death
of disease
of suffering
bright as a curtain covered morning revealed
liquor bottles round
pulsating cranium veins.
shades of luck
and
morning mace
or
sun light rays
truth bring pain
the eager child in the room:
a blind billionaire
with no cares...
or you or he or i.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem