Sunday, May 28, 2017

Price Tag

When she came here
In this place here
No one heard anything louder than
The prices called
Across the terra cotta plaza

See the pleasure
What will you pay
To know the pleasure of
Her silken tresses before
All the world turns
Gray?

With the backdrop of barkers
Barking shouts for money
A gaggle of children run
Amok
Playing tag you're it
Now YOU
must pay

Small hands place coins
On the salesman's shelf
How much for just a slice of
Me?
How much to realign all my
Controls?

For we are human
Commodities of a different kind
Sold and selling out
For just the right price
Tagged behind our foreheads
Third eye
Pri(z)ed wide open
So we may finally see
What IT is
We shall
Be
Come

Again

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