“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried. 
“Who’ll start bidding for me?”
That’s the pitch
perfect (if we believe perceptions of
perfection’s promiscuous promise)
prophetic perhaps
poetic. “Do I have a deal for you!”
Rhetoric reiterated until routinized
galvanized
disguised
“sharpened to a single atom” to slice,
dice,
overprice
what’s selling today
stolen tomorrow
sold again the next day.
“An eye for an eye.”
“Who’ll make it two?”
The feverish double-edged sword flashes
blinding glint binds
unsuspecting hearts and minds
on the auction block. Never mind the cost.
“Sold to the highest bidder.
Based on a news story from the U.S. campaign trail about Donald Trump’s favorite Bible verse
encountered this week while reading Charles Bernstein’s Pitch of Poetry http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/donald-trump-favorite-bible-verse-eye-eye/story?id=38416270).
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