We had traded in this market competitively perfect
till you came, in the boat, and polished goodwill
approval from high order
all pepper differentials, denied flag-bearers
and cut our ribs, dried our cows
the vaccine from the lake
burst the cowshed, the draught you brought
planted on the market place, the tree of memory
I had no safe locket to keep my records
when Sodom burnt, and Gomorrah fell
the debtors' records blared
the creditors tapped my rusty door
My tears flowed to flooded streams
and sources the rivulets from my human lake
from my veins, my heart, my whole
disposition of the last penny
the last sight of my fishing-net
Everyone avoids my path; I avoid death's too
pursuit in a dark circus
the floating garden in a gale
plants reject sea water, the sea water rejects me
I have nothing to reject
the broken line runs across my face
The auctioneer will gong his hammer
for the goods left behind.
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