It
was never personal, just business
and we all know business must be free
for that’s the meaning of liberty
That’s
the way the buildings reach the sky
That’s the way Wall Street scores its
high
That’s
the way to make a billion while a billion die
I
like it when my stocks pay dividends
I like it when I crush my friends
I need to know how the world ends
To
watch it in its final throws is a miracle
hurricanes
rising like giant ghosts from the sea
half the nation drowning in water
the other half in debt
My pastor climbs the pulpit
and praises my donation
He
assures me of divine coronation
I
climb to heaven
on the corpses of lesser men
Henry Israeli is a dual citizen of
Canada and the United States and lives in Philadelphia with his wife and
daughters. His latest book is Our Age of
Anxiety, is the winner of the White Pine Press Poetry Prize. His previous
books are god’s breath hovering across
the waters, (Four Way Books: 2016), Praying
to the Black Cat (Del Sol: 2010), and New
Messiahs (Four Way Books: 2002). He is also the translator of three books
by Albanian poet Luljeta Lleshanaku, and the founder and publisher of
Saturnalia Books.
the
Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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