Traders
i see the previous traders
the butchers
the not so master bankers
i inherit their –
shattered hurt
and all the staff
that refuse to work
they did ply their trade
in past like lanes
i sit on the wall
play with the weather vane
i build an altar
of slightly obscured blame
i start to falter
did those trader’s go insane
i see steps
where people climbed –
to reach their best
i see the curtain makers
and,
those selling chains of paper
the ill fitting tailors
and the long lost drapers
i inherit all of these things
of previous trader’s
James Garratt – October 2013
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Traders – Written October 2013 (Aged 38)
