Trade, 28 August 2018

I found on my tongue a fragment of
yellow oat straw from my morning biscuit.
What are we going to trade?  Bombs for oranges?
Tanks for redbush tea?
Such stray thoughts pierced my mind
like tariff free polished poison arrows.

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