In order to
enrich our earnings,
We must
occupy our cathedrals of
Worship
nurturing the slow malignancy
we mistake for purpose.

Records must be broken
Again and again.

Those who decide
Can calculate the price of bread
Down to the crumb.

but they do not taste
its warmth,
its fragrance,
Its sweetness.

They are ignorant to the families
Who were given some sovereignty 
over time and space.

Who could create family
While serving their master.

This story is not new.
Greed breeds its own gospel.
Desire writes it down.

And the stones
that prop up.
these temples of commerce—
they are only pieces
of a restless ant colony,
waiting for the day
the Mother shifts her weight.

And what will be left?

What will Jamie Dimon grasp
When the earth buckles?

The same as me.
The same as anyone.

Nothing.