The Ghost Of The Bonefire (Poem)

the scent of smoke lingers in the alley

the restaurant has been gone for awhile

the owner saw the writing on the wall

shiny dollar signs scrawled by new money

incomers remake the town into their own image

wealth management firms with financial planners

luxury sports with concierge golf

rooftop bars with small plated precious food

soon they’ll build themselves a place of worship

inside will be a golden calf

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