Tuesday, June 07, 2016

Handed out

We are dancing
in a trance, a frenzy.
Thoughts are
abandoning us.
There is nothing 
we cannot do.
Nothing that 
we cannot have.
For we are deaf now
to all but the music
of tinkling coins 
falling on to 
stone cold pavements
like alms handed out
with derision
to our begging beings.

2 comments:

teresita3998 said...

I like your poem.

teresita3998 said...

I like your poem.