Payday Poem by The Poet SPIEL

given this one moment in february
at the end of a lengthy squall
this horrendously heavy barn door
emitting the message
of an intervening
excreting this sour odor
reminiscent of rotting silage
cause in itself
for her to unearth undying affection
for petty objects
which have never amounted
to a spent nickel

now is when she imagines
her final meeting with jesus
and those few folk down the road
who will squabble over these things
become divisive because of them
thus and finally
absolutely ascertain their true value.

_____The Poet SPIEL