Horde

Nobody knows
how to garner –
we do not leave
one of the clutch
to encourage more
for sure provision

Take everything
is what we teach
of gathering ways –
we will decimate
as if our suck on
that last pulled bone

of a flightless bird
was an easy meal
Our blinkered rapacity
rolls through to sit
as stinking stools
for our kids to shift

Pound Store

My authorised version
of the holy book
declares that avarice
will kill us all off
which we declaim aloud
being self-anointed
by those inner whispers
of our godhead voices
Our gor-bellied lives
of fulfilment are fed
by our sating purchases
drawn down from less
Our bounties are mounted
under rented roofs
which we brace with debts
bought from richer fools
A momentary fear
meets a mirrored mall face
a lost reflection
in our buying game
We have nowhere to store
next year’s seeds
Our homes are stockpiled
to meet instant needs
Our righteousness is always
hard at work
filling our lives
with meaningless worth