penny raze you are a coin i cannot date, your face thick with the filth of what wounded you and stole your shine. iron oxide blots out the year of your birth and whatever bird or branchlet your maker burned into your back. only the shape of you and the weight of your worn frame between my fingers tells me what you're worth. i hold you up to the light and ask myself if this is what dying looks like to another piece of loose_change. 260510 what's it to you? who go blather from