mark

X doesn't really mark the spot

not when a fellow views

a century in hindsight


they call it depression

and maybe it is


although

a whine does not compare

to dust bowls

and whole lines of starving people


in a land where all God's children

can wear shoes

this day is crying far

from market crash and

nazi fears and jeers

from sea shores far away

and void of oil


spoiled

the children of today


he knew an application for a job

when there were none


now the iphone flickers

before lips move and

forgo communication

face to face


eh, it doesn't matter

eyes are dull and

conversation's duller

when it's just about the money


sign right here they say

and trade your piece for

peace of mind and

empty promise


and hands too weak to sign

line dotted where

the X of Mark's is spotted.