Parttime masses stare
at the Sun passively.
Dust and exhaust
coat lungs.
Argent kissed land...
scorn the beggar's hand.
Cardboard signs
cry histories of penury--
some broken by war,
others malady.
Cars pass still as death.
Drivers shout at the air.
Waves of debt
crest like tsunamis
over western shores.
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