I love this poem because it (unfortunately) captures my own attitude toward money perfectly. Given how much of the stuff has been flowing out of here lately, it seemed like the right time to post.
Money as Water
"Cash flow" "liquid assets" "pooling our resources"--
it's clear that money falls from heaven,
drops in pennies, nickels, dimes, to gather
in the small depressions of our hands.
It's clear how profit swells and streams of money
merge, how waves of money move
through nations, cause a "rippling effect"
and soon recede. How some people
drown, while others stay afloat and keep their heads
above the flood. How banks are "bailed out"
like wounded ships and panic follows,
bubbles burst, small investors find it hard
to breathe. It's clear how money
passes through out hands like water,
and our sources, once dried up, leave us
thirsting after more. How funds
diverted, often vanish, and those without a "safety net"
go "belly up." How all we have
goes down the drain, and we get soaked.
2 comments:
Ooh! I love the "found poetry" quality of this poem, and the joy the poet clearly takes in everyday metaphors. Wonderful! Thanks for introducing me to this poet.
As someone whose "Ship" never "comes in" I share your sentiments. Great poem.
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