Why hide them? from The Caprices, after Goya’s Los Caprichos
To avarice pocketing a pouch sack. To treasuries buried under numerals. Money disappears into haircracks like a lizard scuttling into a wall. Old man, face wracked by the sea, buried under this Great Depression. Living alack, what’s owed is illusory. The banker smirks like a sovereign.
James Byrne's most recent poetry collections are Everything that is Broken Up Dances (Tupelo, 2015) and White Coins (Arc, 2015). He teaches poetry and poetics at Edge Hill University.