Dollars and Tanks

To protect our way of living

[Poem I wrote thirty years ago in the days of Reagan and Gorbachev. Bit of a sound/performance poem too. ]

Dollars and Tanks

severed by machines
sundered and shuttered
from cabbage and lightning
as noise feeds on us
worked and preyed on
wrought and played on
in unreal caverns

dollars and tanks

machines that make money
and whirl us around
spew us up flotsamed
and jetsamed
onto lonely ground
dry and thunderous
grit in our teeth, grey spume
receding over acidified heath

dollars and tanks
dollars and tanks

oil spirits flitting
through computers and steel
spirals and shanks
burning souls under keel
churning accounts
in phantom banks
from Rio to Reykjavik

dollars and tanks
dollars and tanks

from Rio to Reykjavik
dollars and tanks

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~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on July 9, 2015.

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