“With usura hath no man a house of good stone”
—Ezra Pound, Canto XLV
with usura
nothing seen
becomes a flower
nor imagined, the moon
with usura
the angel's message falls
on deaf ears
with usura
the child in the womb
is stillborn
with usura
the holy innocents' sin
against nature
with usura
thirty pieces of silver
puts one's head
in a noose
with usura
a fossil fuels
an ancient debt
with usura
the cry of the poor
drowns the feast
with usura
disinformation ensures
election wins
with usura
the gulf between Dives and Lazarus
yawns wider than a hyphen
with usura
the enslavement of billions
is never abolished
with usura
sublime beauty is a debt
to be repaid
with usura
the public interest
attracts interest
with usura
the future weighs down
on the now
with usura
in a station of the metro
Pound's canto appears