Collect On
Collect On
by Laura Summerville Reed
We will pay the higher price
To die in so many little ways
When it’s just so cheap
To be gone in a big one
We pay the spin doctor
To name our heaven
When even NASA doesn’t
Own the stars
We are mortal fools
With our heel against
The dirt and our hands
Before our eyes
Does this exacted pound of flesh
Tip your scale
Does it weigh heavy in your hand
Is it smooth against your fingertips
And pretty to your eyes
Can you polish it to silver-shine
Can you trade it in for gold
Wrap it in your bed at night
Spend it well
My mortal friend
LSR 2010
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