doormat diplomacy

I do not know what money is
green torrents, gym stylized hurricanes
grabbed like locusts from the trees
perhaps God will show early, leading
us away from the exclusivity of good pay
away from door-linking songs of meritocracy
and stolen patterns of ebb written grocery tires,
the morning in the most ritualistic sense
today we pray for less heartache,
for the great release from this timber
of collective suffering, whether we leave
all at once or combine our energies
to overcome the doormat diplomacy,
either serves as preferable to reality