It’s in her head, his fingers.
If we are doomed, why go on?
No one’s been through before!
Why not continue? Go where?
There. No, that way! Stay here.
(The infallible wait at Sion.*
Swiss banks still open,
coffers overflowing. Makers
destroy the male and female
we carefully renamed takers,
say the swaggerers, truly
pigs at the trough, infallibly.)
Everything must be for sale.
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* not Mount Sion or Zion,
but the Swiss capital of Valais,
bordering on France and Italy
(9 October 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander
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