Nothing's Wrong Even Money's Gone Xx Xxx Xx Original 11 07 2014 Poem by Lee Mack

Original 11 07 2014




Nothing's Wrong Even Money's Gone:


Nothing's wrong even money's gone
Judas knows a carpenter's son who lives
And the neighbor's love that fixes things
On grounds that grow - things that die
Live again to know just why -move on
Take leave without friends and neighbors
The fields cry and winds parch the straw
My throne is here and my sons are heir
To crops that might divide again as fair
Choose to live on crosses between thieves
Not much is left to people of villages
Picked baled and shipped from fields
Empty open mangers in unstable barns
Nothing's wrong even money's gone
Now the house that builds the house
Has to slum it at Qumran set between
City state governments taken to arms
It's a city upon a bank beyond a mote
It's called a temple of temples at war
Money buys what money destroys
Nothing's wrong even money's gone
Neighbor faculty belches addicted to
Refinery and factory smokestacks
And secreted pathologies treated at
Laboratory motes and dumped into
Rivers that run to pool at the turn of
Mountain gorges carved to dry as bone
It's roads traveled but once all alone.


Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.