The Auction

You  exchanged me for
Another  piece and your
Price tag dangles round
My  neck.

The hammer   of the auctioneer
Sneers its solid thud
Waking-up  the audience
And  the bidding begins.

How   many rattled
Tins  full of gold coin
Is a soiled soul
Worth  in today's times?
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