We banked each other
Never thinking we could overdraft
that which was limitless and without condition.
We didn’t ask for monthly statements
The bank of the heart needs no reconciliation.
If one had to make a large withdrawal,
the other would make an equal deposit
sometimes plus or minus
But mostly, accounts balanced themselves.
Until a voice from the 47th floor
Sitting high above in his penthouse suite
A CEO who didn’t understand
the unlimited terms of heart banking said:
“You have overdrawn –
your account is in the red
and will be closed for lack of funds.”
Red, like the color of the blood that,
oxygenated by love,
flows through the vein.
We entered the stock exchange
and hedged our bets
buying low, selling high.
The trade floor is a dangerous place
far away from the local banking center
Where marks are placed on paper
Records of accounts are made
and cut throat tactics
define who wins and who loses.
I watched the ticker scroll by,
Stock falling and falling:
Until, we cashed in our chips,
Gave away our shares.
No bailout here
Though we tried
To pass a referendum
Memories serving as temporary funds
Reminders of what we had built
We tried to infuse the system,
stave off the crash.
The system crumbled
in a collapse that sent
that laid us off
and left only words