Money

Mere means of being master of all labor, this power Overthrows all virtue, and write the metered history Nations spin web in web, and now it is the cocoon hour Emerge the spider on spindly legs from calyx tragedy Yelping bankers and their merchants billed for all wars Consumers credit lost, money minting on us its scars Ruined trust in men awake us to being pawns of greed Economy after economy in goldless tatter and its shame Dies, drizzle, toxic in resuurection the fawned at weed Industrialist used to circumvent taboos in the blind game Trapping with historic dream the energy of men stagnant still. I come not to Zion yet but old Jerusalem in desert sand Sighing at the prints, O garrulous the nail marked hand Debt and deal transacted, the calyx shrivels in winkless sun Orbituuary of Babel's history, Mammon's feathers unwaxed Nature in sure cycles recovers, wind breaks the spider spun Emancipated faith confronts the Ceasar, ransomed and taxed