Eating money

Money makes meat

Money makes wheat

Money makes pies

Money makes my

Eyes look up

To see what I

Can buy for

Four pounds fifty

For gut and skin

Atop a gurgling

Frame, claimed

By Nature, part of

Her despite millennia

Of ink and paper.

Money makes meat

Money makes wheat

Money makes pies

Money makes men

Weep for shame,

Heaped up against

The Life they can’t

Afford, makes them

Dive below the bar,

Without the breath

To see a pearl,

Just enough to

Feel the deep

Press their lungs

And sting their wounds.

Men on top

How to behave

With men?

Men you work with.

Do you work with

Them or for them?

Senior men,

Take note!

Juniors are not

Less

Than you

Only

Less

Than themselves if

That is how

You treat them.

Let them be

You and they

Will be better

Than you or

They thought possible.

Why? Because without

A  lane to call their own,

Sprinters collide and fall.