accounting…

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staring across the river
as flags
were being removed
the brown bag prophet
said
every nation has
its gladiators
gladiators
sent into the arena
to do battle
for the profit
of a few
and
paid for
by the many
the admission fee
to the games
may be taxes
or
some other coin
of the realm
but
there is always
a price
those who fight
bravely
are honored
and
those who die
are held up
as symbols
of the society’s sacrifice
for the
good-of-all
but
those deaths
are merely
minimal investments
entered in the loss column
of some
net worth
profit sheet

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once there were cowboys…

copyright cwmartin 2011

those lights
once lit up
the night sky
for miles
a small corral
became an arena
where western gladiators
marshaled the strength
to bring down
bulls to the ground
while wide-eyed children
memorized each move
to practice on family pets
no need to ask for
some foreign beer
it was budweiser
or nothing at all
except for
the occasional
miller lite
smuggled in
by some tourist
and
those fancy
filtered cigarettes
not only raised eyebrows
but smiles
but land developers
and county officials
eager for progress
as measured by profit
have turned off the lights
only the lingering scent
of wet leather
can be found
this place now holds
only the ghost
of christmas past