Money: A Poem

Jason Micheli —  November 17, 2013 — Leave a comment

ct-ct-ct-prj-christian-wiman01-jpg-20130419We’re in the middle of a sermon series on Generosity and Simplicity, a good time I thought for this poem from Christian Wiman. I love how the momentum of the speech tracks with the imagery, barreling towards it destination.

O the screech and heat and hate

we have for each day’s commute

the long wait at the last stop

before we go screaming

underground, while the pigeons

court and shit and rut

insolently on the tracks

because this train is always late,

always aimed at only us,

who when it comes with its

blue snout, its thousand mouths,

cram and curse and contort

into one creature, all claws and eyes,

tunneling, tunneling, tunneling

toward money.

– Commute (1)

Jason Micheli


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