The Right Trade

loud were the voices of the
light-hearted crowd
who crowed and crowed
at all their choices, all their
purchases and goods, their
trinkets and draughty halls representative
of currency

look down, look down 
you soar high but for how long?
long is the way to fall -
no ground to hold you up
no solid thing on which to lean
you preening, strutting thing
only swallowing the empty air
cocksure
that you are plying 
the right trade; that you can buy 
the wings you'll need

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