Tokens red

cashed in tokens
for the float across
the mired Mersey

tokens red, blood
stained from past
and pass again

churning and turning
through ashes and sins
carried by the Ganges

red tokens appear
again to haunt, remind
the eye divine

of all that is seen
and sent beyond the
trivial life in Amazon

tokens of red don
the head in lips and
masks, in mundane tasks

shadowing true sight
in desert night that
thirsts for drink of Nile

tokens red given wings
for high crown to sing
a lost impression of...

blood money shines
in shallow streams
feeding great Missouri

and tokens red in
vessels flow, pennies
for this circled show