the worth of a man

price? the streets they mismatch with haggling, with fine prints, uncomprehensible languages that stops the engine from running without fuel. a drop of blood. a sign. then the metallic beast heaves and grunts, becomes ready to leap again to the next chapter where fairy tales meet money, power - distorts the so called naivety blossoming then suddenly dies. and a swipe becomes a transaction, then childhood gets transformed by a beast whose new arms acquired is another conquest of production workers clanking away. faceless, robotic, spotless - till a fire breaks out, oil aflame, the incredulous monster halts when transactions are questions, sacrifices bleeds through the paper: a voided contract. then the wheels transform, reshape, reform when dead men are brought back to life, when stars brighten the night sky. a reshuffle of cards, a change in the tables, a splash of colors in this black and white. then the money and the power lost their shine, come back again to childhood: what have you brought back?