The Market
Reading the common dreams of any day
I see an image of a man, naked
starved, his skin almost transparent
his bones protruding through
and then the chair of the committee
who, needing to justify his salary
wonders what use a starving man can be?
Might the cup of rice, twenty beans
and litre of water he consumes
be better spent in a bank account
somewhere
in Switzerland or London?
If every man, woman and child
was blown to dust in a global war
except for the employable 10%
who serve their masters
might that put an end to poverty?
And might the chair
take his idea to the board
who would then advise
not to tell anyone
not a word, a hint or question
for a hundred years
would he do as he is told?
Or would he see that starving man
every night (before he falls asleep)
for the rest of his life?
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