Girl in a Cage

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Here in a cage the dollars come down.

To the click of a tube the dollars tumble.

And out of a mouth the dollars run.

I finger the dollars,
Paper and silver,
Thousands a day.

Some days it's fun

to finger the dollars.

Some days...

the dollars keep on
in a sob or a whisper:

A flame of rose in the hair,

A flame of silk at the throat.