Capital

Capital - John K. Samson

So when they wonder where the money went

And we can't swim here anymore

And bankers warble algorithmically from the shore

The stations pump the new austerity

The Ogallala Aquifer and crackling

California reservoirs making sure

Priced out of that old neighborhood for good

The payday lonely pray in parking lots

A one bar wi-fi kind of town

The pilot flares oppose another night coming down

Coming down