Gold comes in many forms: all of them hymned br Carolled and forced into lyric shapes br By wordshifters, poets, prosaic apes br Of god, straddling the language, thrusting, rimmed br With pleasures coarse or cultured, all of them br Aglow. Gold light creasing hedges, glittering dawn, br Gold heaped Ali-Baba high, .Midas-touched, corn- br Yellow, Miser’s hoards, setting for a gem. br br What a cascade of cash. br br Gold-metaphor or real, capitalist br Encoding, should be shunned then, ? br br Even gold limbs? br Ah, that cliché I own. br Admit, embrace. That gold is to be kissed br Caressed in slanting evening light, lithe, hot br With dreams and, yes, quotations: Make ‘sweet moan’.