I sell souls
a tenner a pop
at the soul shop.
A tenner, or fiver
for one that was worn
by a healer who died
peacefully in his sleep
where souls are most sold.
Dream Arena,
crafters supreme,
builders and market of souls
(by yours back from the devil.)
Ten quid a soul
five shillings off for a tame one,
pennies in the dish
at the soul shop...
©Steven Francis poems 2013
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