Wednesday, March 2, 2022

The Bank That Used to Be - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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The Bank That Used to Be

 

This temple dedicated to work and thrift

Is mostly empty now; its marble floors

Feature sticky yellow feet to keep

Errant capitalists away from each other

 

The offices are vacant; the lights are dim

A lonely teller in chemical-purple hair

And painted, rhinestoned, clawlike fingernails

Counts not deposits but her MePhone keys

 

There is no line along the yellow feet

Only one communicant with a deposit slip

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