BANK CRISIS POEM

SUMS MISSPENT

Bank fugues
hammer forks
into intestines
behind disclosed
drapes.

Raw nerves
crack the sun.

A judgement,
a plea,
& soiled soools
inspect tracks
& tramp mud
on hardwood floors.

The noise
of fallen heroes
cas
cades
after
a scalded
defeat.


(c)David Stone, USA