We negotiate the cost of things
When best guesses fail
We order more wine
Just the two of us
or the four of us
The whole damn room maybe
Picking apart large carcasses for our size
Remnants always left behind to examine
Three million?
One hundred million?
Per year?
Per town?
As a bonus?
The full of belly always
Salivating by candlelight
Faces reminiscent of gargoyles
Those vanguard principles
Growing moss and holding firm
We place value
And clothing on our dolls
Those bored with the topic
Also get hungry
Their wishes less frightening
Until piled up high
One atop the other
Then it looks about the same
Just more trashy
Less sublime
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