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Sometimes this weird light
gives up the ghost of forebears
-Promethean spoor-
The great whales gave us
lantern fuel harpooned at sea
to trim our wicks for;
Blackstone mines cough up
scattered dwindling anthracite:
warmer, brighter, more;
Markets crave new holes,
currencies beg, borrow, steal,
finance nets new stores;
Purchasing power
elicits advertisements
too sly to ignore;
Holes in the ground spewed
petroleum by-products
(crashed whale-hunter's door);
Internal combust
sucks gas like a sponge, speeding
largesse by motor;
Ships become metal
breaking waves, air and cross
-border protectors;
Commerce gets global,
technology outpaces
many folk's labor;
Titans of finance
assert dumbfounding clauses:
Great masticators;
Cross-talking language
divides many, expectant,
prognosticators;
Teeming many fly
over wage-slaved citizens
left just below floors;
Papers cite libel
laws to explain absent rich
child-fornicators;
Seeming compliant
the ratcheted hunger-sames
spin in their same gore;
Droughts on land, in minds,
Floods eat crops, fires devastate:
Feeds speculators;
No water, no air,
Flint gives us no answer fit
for human-chain mores;
Youth astride dawn's door,
shot dead seeking awareness.
No light left to rhyme.
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" . . . On the outside now . . ."
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