Capital Economy

The village cooks know all the secrets of

their customers and neighbors. Hidden wealth,

resentment, poverty, illicit love.

 

At 3 AM the baker dons his gloves

of flour, while burglars creep about; a stealth

the village cooks know all the secrets of.

 

The brewer takes her pay, without rebuff

thought she suspects the cash-in-hand is pelf.

Resentment, poverty, illicit love

 

are what her business runs on. Who’s above

a profit? Virtue equals empty shelves.

The village cooks know all the secrets of

 

a capital economy, of push and shove.

The fruits of logic that prioritizes self:

resentment, poverty, illicit love.

 

But are the cooks the hawks, or are they doves,

who tend their village to communal health,

upholding pillars of the commonwealth?

The village cooks know all the secrets of

resentment, poverty, illicit love.

 

 

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