Trade
Bring me paper. Burn a list
Of the dismayed:
The cameraman and journalist
Plying their trade.
Watch the fire, as it grows,
See how it's made:
By policemen and politicos
Plying their trade.
Pyromania is a science –
All will degrade:
The pimps, the dealers, and the clients
Plying their trade.
Start a bonfire. Conflagrations –
They won't fade:
Stuffed with men whose conversation's
Plying a trade.
When the fire runs like water,
When it swirls,
Show me a wife, a sister, daughter,
And five lost girls.
