as long as hierarchy sells its pricey ware
some children will be set aside, over there
some divisive line will preside, hold our minds to
awareness not of kind and care, but who is stool, who chair.
run ruinous errands
well past threshold of Hell
in cheap reticules.
What if we wrote wealthier rules?
What if we taught rather than used?
What if our measure of bad, good, and better
were not bound in credit and debt?
We could freely create more heavenly space
based on plenty instead of excess.