Saturday, December 30, 2023

Ceres Above Lasalle Street


Goddess of Grain, standing among the clouds, 
Atop the tower called the Board of Trade, 
One hundred years, almost, you’ve watched the crowds 
That fill the streets below, like a parade 
Of hungry life, the market-makers hustling, 
The lawyers squabbling as the deals get made, 
And back behind the scene, the bankers bustling 
To pile the money up, and then to lend it 
All out again in hopes of getting more. 
Life must go on - unless you want to end it - 
It must keep cycling through a central core: 
Production and exchange keep people fed, 
The bounty of the harvest widely spread.

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