so much of what’s wrong
is folded in my pocket
immediate, temporal meat
for the one
who swallows
the many
and stays hungry
we used to feed him children
that is not what was meant
by the words in the eagle’s beak
screened on paper
we kill for
there is One
fourth person
indefinite
that is never bought
or made, past zero
and over it
who can’t be touched
or dazzled
by gifts
because we can’t
give back
to the maker
any made thing
but us
which was the point
of sacrifice
to begin with
but this time
not by proxy
Susan Daniels Poetry 
You should try to get this published Susan
Wow, Bruce, thank you. Inspired by something Obinna wrote.
Just the very same greed riding on the greenback “so much of what’s wrong
is folded in my pocket”
Sometimes I wish all these. Could be wished away… I just wish…
Yes, that’s it. I too wish this particular sickness we humans have could be wished away, but I fear it is as old as us, and not easily stripped away. I would not say it is passed down in our DNA, but something almost as intimately linked.
so powerful… totally agree with Bruce.
Thank you, Miriam!
I have to admit that required assistance from other commenters (a reflection on me, not you), but with their guidance as the key opening the words, yes, well done. 🙂
Thanks, Nelle! It was a bit more opaque than my usual offering.
this was VERY POWERFUL, I enjoyed this very much. thank you for sharing this.
Thanks, Chris! Never would have entered my mind without reading Obinna’s poem–STRONGLY suggest you check him out (archcardinal link is above).