viz Rothschild face of gold conspicuous consumer died like any beggar once went to his vault for money speculation trapped inside all doors were closing on him seven days of hunger sucked blood from his own fingers Rothschild Rothschild strutted before kings he said he couldn't die of hunger ended like the rest he lies there broken into pieces bag of bones Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE GROSS CLINIC by CAROL FROST IN THE HOME STRETCH by ROBERT FROST PARADISE by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER THOMAS MACDONAGH by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: SPRING by THOMAS NASHE |