Hermitage souvenir that traced its veins
Back to a bag of saints bones
counter weighted conscience
the four figured amount the cost
of porcelain teeth affix this to those
a pale reflection of surplus station
Dragging the facts of the well heeled
through the dirt.
on the second thoughts of accented
orchestra Conductor trys to induce
love and desire On tired voyeuristic
crowds stretching back to the
Spoils of Ivory .
The wrens act of ice cold suffice to say
The spoils of follys go to those that