Late Afternoon, Alone in Harrods

Poetry!

Materialism's temple is broad,
And colors every gallery bold,
Here, I pay for friends dear,
With the price of over-valued beer,
And as I wander on alone,
The galleries become mere tombs of stone,
Each tile beflecks a mausuleam,
Each face an hour away from freedom,
And I remain their foreign clown,
A beggin' friendship with money down.

Late Afternoon, Alone in Harrods -- Anika Ismel, 2009