Thursday, December 10, 2015

Ingots, Bracelets, Coins

Probably someone wept
when the hoard arrived
in its chunk of clay
never again to be in situ
that place where its resting
said more often than its sum
in a sequence.

Now war can commence!
Who would be able to say these words
in the new Kingdom I see what's been
going on between centuries
strange and hard to pronounce
what cannot be willed away
is gold.

Curtains move
well they thrash
in the winter storm
these foothills
at sea.

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