The market wins its pound of flesh,
Bailing out dead infants. And Rachel
Cries, and won't this debt of lives
Weigh heavily on us all?
Diethylene glycol would taste as sweet,
So let her weep. The market falls
Make haste! Deliberate will just
Debilitate. A sweet rememberence
plays upon my lips, a lot like love --
They stumble who run fast --
And land on us. Shadows on the wall.