The market gathers
not to buy this time
it is not market day
Today is
the day
someone died
This participant
this agent
this rationally rationed econ
Ran out of coin
and disjoined --
today is the play
And the play's end
the gray
and the blaze
A day in which opposites
regain their multiplicity
counting to ten thousand
Instead of to two
a failure of belief
an invitation to beef
A misspelling of grief
the market adjudicates
inside itself
An ice, served under just
carrying its burden
with invisible fingers
A crate, shaped like
the standard shipping container
exactly the same size
Quacks like an unstuck
walks like a passing buck
antlers and desk and stall
Roman Ryan 