Far Out


They’re wading out

deeper and deeper

filling their pockets

emptying their souls,

the leaders and followers,

the marksmen and lenders

deeper and deeper

bottom feeders,

noses deep 

in the lucred slime.


But as the blood flows

the water will rise

and their Midas touch

won’t help them.

Gold is heavy

stuff.

Soon it will no longer

float their boat.


http://www.activemuse.org/2022_Collections/2022_shishir/poems/Lynn_White.html



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