Wednesday, September 14, 2022

Wealth

the curmudgeonly miser over his ledger
looks down the nodules on his nose
counting coins he hides away

in a day the debt of his death
paid in base matter

for those who come to collect
it’s no matter at all

the earth swallows all
the rest is burned away

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