Plunder

Sebastian Vrancx [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Seething greed
like platelets
of blood, thick mud
like chains and bracelets,

chokers and gauntlets,
mesmerized and haunted,

too many serpents
wrapped around

innocent harlots.

Wish and wash
the basement,
the lowest place
to place it.

You slither
like a rattler
like running with news
to the tattler.

I move smooth
and jump finesse.
No stress,
I'm blessed with jest.

I joke about
the bedlam,
the pain you cause
for children.

The days you raise and fill them
with fear geared up for millions

of others like them.
They obey
if not

you strike them.

And I just sit in wonder
how people help you with your plunder.