The markets have opened; prices of stock
ought to soar now, before the holiday.
The gnomon's shadow moves across the clock.
Before the stragglers creep from their abodes,
we need to set up, here at the crossroads
where they will know just what we have to tell,
and that we know whom we can buy and sell.
We can recover from even this loss
of prestige, now that our sole competition
has been reduced, even cast down, I say,
to this unfortunately hard condition
beyond even the best that we can dream.
Here is the upright stance: now bring the beam.
and nail that carpenter right to his cross.
Starward
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