I remember standing in a queue at a cafe
Or getting ready to get onto a bus
Faffing with coins
And I told Annie
‘I don’t want to use this one:
It’s new and shiny’.
‘It’s pretty. I like it! I’m keeping it’.
She promptly told me off
For fetishizing money.
It’s all a fabulous golden fiction.
Who cares if it’s old or new, pretty or worn.
It’s all alloy and rotten
By accident I was given two skull coins
By two faceless strangers
And that felt more appropriate
True, they are trying to
Commemorate William THE BARD Shakespeare
and some kind of pre-historic pre-coinage
Neanderthal person who lived in British Gibraltar;
But it feels quite alright
To keep two shining nothings of death and capital
Together and bright
Jingling about in my pocket or purse
Waiting, like my life, to be spent.
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