whirl

tomorrow
money will rain
on the dispossessed…

after the rich
are awash with it
a trickle will come down
from the favoured
to the rest…

once upon a time
it was jam tomorrow
or God and the promise
of better days…

now
helicopter money
flies in to deliver us
from penury…

tantalising
the rotors of plenty
whirl and hover
in temptation…

bellies
will be hollowed out
while the shops are filled
with everything money
can buy…

nothing
will save us
from the elusive drizzle
and the illusion of currency…

the haves will still have
while the have-nots wait
for a scattering of comfort
the residual small change
of left-over wealth
spinning out their hunger
in the narrow streets
and pavements of this…

our back-door world…

© BH, 2019

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One of Poetry24’s Facebook challenges. The word for the weekend - this time ‘WHIRL’.

So I gave it a… The first draft (which I posted on the 21st October) wasn’t really what I wanted. But you have to try. Two days on, I’ve hacked it about a bit.

Maybe it’s better now…

Link:
https://www.theguardian.com/business/2019/oct/13/with-growth-this-tepid-is-it-time-to-give-helicopter-money-a-whirl