Varnish

the Greedy King kisses my forehead
turns my body to shining gold
cuts me to pieces
throws me to the masses
to appease their calls for bread
I rust and die in the sewer
conversing with my brethren cast there
from the cursed hand of Judas
in the end we all fade
the gleam tarnished
the sheen vanished
our varnish
our value
our existence
forgotten
so behold
your beauty
your truth
for gold has no measure
beyond the greed of our eyes
and the greed of our touch