We Shall Rule Every Exchange By Christmas

Now appearing surrounded by churches
    Without their priests or guilds,
Our screens stand watching themselves ‘not for daybreak’
    But for payment.
Distracted, the old dealer’s view is fixed
    On spires and steeples,
Dominated by further cluster and all prominent –
    Telling us of Tokyo,
The Footsie or Paris holding –
    For new marriage to begin.
Now silenced not by outcry
    But each silence matched by itself,
We shall rule every Exchange by Christmas
    Quietly but well.

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