Sum

Sum

I pandered in the globe’s bazars,
New York, London, Al Khobar,
’Cisco, D.C., Zug, Tehran
as lawyer, banker, businessman
for hordes of exotic deals:
arms, roads, airports, hospitals,
gas turbines for the dead Shah’s fields,
tax dodges that fattened yields.

The wages were this sceptic eye
flaying lover and passer-by
to autopsy what venoms hide –
lust, greed, envy, pride –
that mother good we do; a curse,
to hunt the asp in the silk purse.

 

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