Girl In A Cage
HERE in a cage the dollars come down.
To the click of a tube the dollars tumble.
And out of a mouth the dollars run.
I finger the dollars,
Paper and silver,
Thousands a day.
Some days it's fun
to finger the dollars.
Some days...
the dollars keep on
in a sob or a whisper:
A flame of rose in the hair,
A flame of silk at the throat.
Carl Sandburg
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