Poetry
Accounting
Dark underbelly...
Accountants scream!
Shiny metal rounds
To fulfil your dream?
Sweet smell of profit?
- Stinking curse of night
Accounting hoard -
Their greed defies the light!
Gathering bits of paper
Measuring them with lines
Pinpointing with obsession
- Monochromatic times.
Numbering the units
Piece by piece by piece
Cutting and dividing
Grains for heartless feast.
Aloft! Raise your vision
To sky-like mind of space
Renouce this monied focus
For the rainbow -coloured grace.
Let the currency of compassion
Be the pay that you work for
The stock exchange of merit
from love's threshing floor.
© Sophie Brown 22nd November
2004