Lilith

gold glitters, buys the shoes that

do not get lost.

midnight never comes when the

pennies mount, become stars

of hope,

changing what appears to be.

plastic emotions, plastic actions

bending

to whoever wins

and later on, in some quiet night

spoke two rats

of what should be.

damnation, rabies, sickness, poverty

what a stench!

gold, gold, mercurial

coloring the bias

in every eye

staring at the illusion

turned reality