Market

epicureans graze

no starving frightened children in that place

just plenitude

abundant lucky wealth swirling like dancers in a ballroom

outside a mendicant sits his cap on the pavement and pleads for donors

just a few coins so lowly in the realm that he will perish anyway

then the heavens open and a giant crashing inundation on the tin roof deafens the rich even the vagrant grows silent and speculative

they are all silenced by nature