You close your eyes not in pain
But in confusion. There are two ideas in your head,
Opposed utterly. They fight like wolves,
Snarling, scratching, swirling around each other,
And then you hear it –
That sound –
Clink,
Clink,
Clink,
The sound of coins
Being dropped before you,
One by one by one.
The wolves subside.
If there is coin to be clutched,
Grasped, grabbed at, if there is wealth
In the offering, wealth on condition,
Wealth that may not be offered forever –
Then you ignore the wolves
Because, after all,
Nothing matters
But those coins --