JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Is it for love

or is it for money

soothsayers talk of compassion

and prophets discuss doom

 

bitter companions

like ex-lovers, hurt or scorned

they turn backs to each other

 

they are as flipped coins

in the counting house of the future

 

compassion and doom

back to back, face up or down

 

ignoring each other

like actors rehearsing lines

towards mirrors

of one way glass

 

While outside

cripples and children beg in streets

palms turned upwards

towards heaven

 

Waiting for the moon

to fall back

and kiss the earth