About a coin

(A cameo)

The coin you chose to dispense with
In that moment of generous pride,
Having found gleeful acceptance
On a cold dry crust
Of a dirty, uncared, unwashed palm
Is now being dispensed choicelessly,
Into smooth, gentle, perfumed hands
That mechanically slots it into partitioned chambers
And hurriedly hands back a loaf
Now being devoured by
Three children and a mother,
Who bored of asking themselves and others around
Of what business they have to do in this world
And having found no sufficient answer yet,
Have for the moment chosen to forget that question

And consume their thoughts on whats before.

3/1/2007