POETRY IS LIKE TAKING A DEEP BREATH

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

MONEY

Royal Bank Building, Toronto, Canada
courtesy Wikimedia Commons




I was led into captivity by the bitch business
Not in love but in what seemed a physical necessity
And now i cannot even watch the spring
The itch for subsistence having become responsibility.

Money the she-devil comes to us under many veils
Tactful at first, calling herself beauty
Tear away this disguise, she proposes paternal solicitude
Assuming the dishonest face of duty.

Suddenly you are in bed with a screeching tear-sheet
This is money at last without her night-dress
Clutching you against her fallen udders and sharp bones
In an unscrupulous and deserved embrace.



C.H. Sisson
1914-2003




1 comment:

  1. Reading this, I'm struck that I don't recall ever seeing a poem with money as the subject. Of course, after this one, need there be another?

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