by Peter Taylor

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If you ask why we have so little value,
it is because we are so easily lost.

We are coins cut from other coins,
a cross on one side, a mad king on the other.

First we were silver, then copper,
then nothing.

We are no longer in circulation, or legal,
but we have been here forever.

In your pocket,
you would hardly feel us.

Peter Taylor’s poems have appeared in journals in Australia, Canada, Romania, the United Kingdom, and the United States, most recently in and coming out in His experimental verse play, Antietam, won honorable mention in the 2010 War Poetry Contest by Winning Writers in Northampton, Massachusetts. He lives in Aurora, Canada.

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