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I hiked my skirt in the globe’s bazars,
New York, London, Al Khobar,
’Cisco, D.C., Zug, Tehran
as lawyer, banker, businessman
for hordes of exotic deals:
arms, roads, airports, hospitals,
gas turbines for the dead Shah’s fields,
tax dodges to fatten yields.
My wages were a sceptic eye
that probes lover, friend, passer-by,
for the greed, envy, ego, pride
at the root of even noble acts: a curse,
to rummage the best for the worse.

Poem published in Bateau, the literary journal of the College of the Atlantic in its summer edition.