Some dying wish
Flew from him
As he babbled with
The clink clink clink
Of coins.

Nickel tongue
Plated with all the
'How else'
And icy tang of inadequacy
What could he be
But a shaking
Taking
Babbler?

But there was something,
Some gritted tooth of a word
Biting into my ear
With all the froth and rage of
Rabid animals held on tight leads,

And that word?
Money
Money
Money