Tuesday, April 1, 2014

After Wall Street

Popshot Magazine's 11th issue, with the theme "Journeys," is out today! In it, "After Wall Street," my poem inspired by Martin Scorsese's "The Wolf of Wall Street," which - and now I sound like a broken record - should have won Leonardo DiCaprio his Oscar. Popshot is an illustrated literary magazine based in the UK; order a copy here

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Years back, we were damn proud,
and we coated the city with arrogance
like fog creeping in beneath muted sunshine
on a cold November morning.
We were young, new to everything:
the money at stake, the cars, the clothes
and how can we forget the women
who would wipe our shoes
if only to simulate the taste
of rich man's skin and perfumed sweat.

Now here we stand - drenched in the rain
that's come to cleanse the city
where young men left their garbage
piled high on desks beside rolls of cash.
Lugging our legs to pay for lawyers
and quell an angry nation's hunger
to see businessmen crucified.

This is Calvary
in the shadow of glass and spires.
No crosses and iron nails
to mark the passing of crime.
Just corpses walking the street
young men who once made fortunes
out of gold dust and blood. 

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