NaPoWriMo #15
In the Sun
In the sun
somewhere, anywhere, dusty
a man, no name, anyone
digs to divine water’s loci.
In the sun
there, everywhere, all over
an opaque hand, bigger than the Cayman Islands
salts the earth, drives water deeper, undermines his spring quicker.
This limb, spanning the hemisphere
incubates expenditure
in its palm half a world away, thinking of it
as offspring – hatchlings
Justified by this view,
obliviously watches the world over,
– this new mother –
fleshier bodies, younger than a babble, weaker than a cry, be spent as walkingdollar.
It is said these peoples are developing.
Really they bide their time, choosing
to preserve the truth of the matter,
opting out of a world so ready to
mortgage humanity
happily
to uphold
the spectacle of a filing cabinet,
draws akimbo,
paper haze aflutter,
balanced perfectly on a
pink, pot, piggybank’s snout.
To expose this manic circus trick,
replacing marble and brick with glass, and air, and window polish.
will cost a mint in sweat and dough –
To refrain from doing so?
May cost the earth, and so much more.
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Because of tax havens, a third of the world’s financial wealth (US$18tn) is pent up in countries of zero tax and fiscal obscurity. Christian Aid work to make this money accessible to programmes across the world that are striving to end world poverty. This was the first poem I’ve ever been ‘commissioned’ (don’t worry, no charge) to do, so thanks to Miss J. Warrey, and good luck.
Here is the link to the Christian Aid Trace the Tax campaign.
Goonight.
Fionn Coughlan-Wills.
Fionn Wills 