Betrüger

Gold light on dirt, best useless alchemy—
Once the spice trade became mass production,
The prices fell. If gold could be produced

Reliably from lead it would become
A cheaper and cheaper commodity.
Flood the world with anything valuable,

And the value crashes. But the worthless,
Like the transformation of the evening
Light on dirt that was dirt and that stays dirt,

Can’t crash in value, whether it converts
To the possibly more worthless shadows
Or just stays as is, warm golden grounding.