Four A's Pavanne Pour L'Innocence Mort. Poem by Martin O'Neill

Panting punters pushing bills
Into the perspiring palms
Of the Poll dancers
Begging for another glimpse
Of the Promised Land.
Receiving instead promissory notes
Written in smoke on a mirror
For the last item in Pandora's Box.
Greed and lust blinding them
To the peeling painted pastiche
Of the dancer's faces
Looking the other way
And counting the bills
While they dance
To their own music.
In the Office the owners
Calculate the Take.