Treasure Hunters

The heart pours out
It’s treasures like a cavern hidden under the earth
The Fortune hunters come searching with lights and pick axes
To dig and take the things of worth
Then they leave, pouches filled, happy to have gotten,
No matter scorched earth
Takers. Opportune.
Filled, until they use up what they see
On to the next hunt for what will fill the need.
Don’t give what is rare to a passerby
Don’t share with a fool, what only a king should have for his eyes
Gluttons who have shown they are willing to pillage
Should not eat at the table of privilege


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