Poem: New Iron Curtains

The emerging game in this freed-from-communism country sports new odds on the old payoff.
New Iron Curtains Three suits at a Prague construction site the butcher the baker the realty deal maker Pointing, chirping together like birds watching assets soar on steel girder wings A Czech welder glances, grins and spits His eyes briefly turned their way Labor contemplating capital the weathered jeans of skill mocking pinstripes And everybody knows that risk is where you find it	This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.