- Flux Magazine
"Accountants of the Coin" by Ben Scheg
Ghost councils choose our fates
I saw them in my dreams They meet in secret, solemnly
Fill papers with our names
My name is on a document
Of people who will join The shambling arbitration
Accountants of the coin
On their eyes are talismans
Tithed from River Styx The Devil wants to meet them
God says they don’t exist
Their sight goes into portals
The coin reveals our fates
They document us; everyone
So our lives may they dictate
Who chooses? Who is chosen? They hiss as I ask “Our father did decree in mortal hoardings we should bask”
In unison they spoke
Scribing what was said Blind by coins upon their eyes
Staring straight ahead
They told me of the magic
Used to create coin A dark and subtle sorcery
Controls our very minds
They listen from your pocket
Influence exchange With every transaction
Colonize your brain