That Banker

You who have the key to my locked mind
Are jealous and as nervous of collapse
As a Banker
Holding against the brimstone storm
The unsaveable balance of Today's beauty.
The light of body and soul
Is not bottled at all
And what you keep from me is dust
That will blind the inheritors of your trust
When the safe-door swings wide
   Pleasure eat, pleasure drink
   The Gods of Denial, they blink
At the Sun in his stride.