Chapter 29
PRINCE GIANT
As a penny they (the Two Wives) must seem to be
of more value than a button?
NARRATOR
Are they money that’s alive?
Then, what can it do?
It can’t just be laid down
or slapped across the table
to get a bet or a bowl?
To be desperately used -
each lady for a little thing?
As pennies they can’t be well disguised,
they’ll be lost too soon.
They’ll be rolled across the table
underneath lots of things,
like paper... And money
that crowds them out
because they’re almost worthless!
A NEARBY VOICE, speaks up
Oh, don’t lay under it!
Penny-girl, don’t be spent!
Don’t be mixed in with the other moneys.
TWO WIVES, complaining
Us Two Wives found treasure
but became it first; weakened
haplessly as pennies.
Our sole worth being one cent only.
At all.
One-cent worth:
a stiff, round, hard, rolling penny;
not glamorous, not heard -
because who, of any of you,
would listen to a penny?
Because how much worth do we have?
What can we do
besides roll around worthless
on the counter-top,
clinking and clanking against other
round and better coins
that are tougher than us?
Thick against us,
they’re tougher - last longer.
We just roll about.
The other coins seem invested
in a greater detail: thickly powerful
like a five nickel;
or profoundly open to the deep
like the deeply shiny quarter.
The superb, shining quarter!
The quick dime always gets away!
Better than the ten of us
who hardly ever travel together.
But it seems like not all the pennies are like us.
NARRATOR, to the Two Wives
How is the Prince Giant
getting you to be, in this way,
as a small penny,
almost, next to, worth nothing?
Chapter 30
TWO WIVES, now bragging
Of no value? That is not true, Sir!
By being playful women we are powerful.
So, we can prove it for you:
and jump around beyond,
past dimes, nickels or trains of quarters.
Even further than dollars
can we steal!
Taking more… Having more…
Taking more than dollars…
More that’s not given to us…
That’s not even exchanged!
We’re getting it freely on our own
as our own purchasers.
We’re just pretending that we’re pennies;
and going in there, jumping
and grabbing,
while all the rest of the money
just sits there.
Because no one is buying.
Even though dimes and quarters,
and nickels of silver,
are powerful;
we can get what we want
without spending them;
without being a loss,
an embarrassing debit,
a nothing of worthless buying!
So, when the Prince Giant throws us
toward the table that’s silent
with no one around,
yet it’s holding up, flagrantly,
just that everything happy and wholesome
that we want - all the best of the best -
the most expensive, the Best -
we’ll be able to lay a-hold of this...
And, swinging into action,
make it all come forth
freely bought and gained,
pound for pound,
more than any dollar for any dollar more;
loading all of it up,
backwards into our bag.
We don’t buy.
We don’t make cents
out of anything.
Our two pennies will be doing the work,
the magic work,
by forcing the issue:
stealing without paying;
by using our true worth
to make away with what’s valuable...
To do a marvelous job!
We don’t have to pay pennies
for all of this.
You know we could never get anything
if we did!
We don’t have to be
included and lost,
spent in a bargain;
for we can just take it all;
with our supra-human strengths
forwarding our
elemental desires
backwards into his whitish bag.
We will not need to be spent,
consumed - disappeared
into a cash register
while this or that gets added up -
to get immediately what
we need and want.
And this feels better.
And that’s why we’re the Two Wives
and, rather not, real pennies.
We’re approaching this expensive ‘lardon’
(a collection of riches) and, even though
we’re disguised as poor worthless clowns,
we’ll get all the glitterings
of grandioseness into
our larder.
No, we’re solving the crisis.
We’re lifting a lot of heavy, expensive
things without being charged;
and sending them into our stored up bag
of unlimited laughing freedom.
And in no hurry!
With no rush.
Almost perfunctorily,
which can make us laugh
all the time at ourselves,
because we’re like pennies:
part of everything, a basic unit
making everything that’s valuable up!
And we won’t be deceived
as to what’s true value
to our hearts or his (Prince Giant’s), too.
So, we’ll talk sense.
And do it.
Even if it’s for that big grown-up baby
who’s never able
to lift a lid (an eyelid)
to understand
the vast expanse
of unwittingness
he participates in.
Here - holding his bag.
And, there - smoking his pipe.
And then - eating breakfast
and so on - duly creating
the unwittingnest of everything -
a doodle bug,
a lopsided beetle,
a scarum machine...
Which we’ll turn over
and soon get wheels upon!
NARRATOR
Meanwhile, is this his, Prince Giant's, ignorant doing
you’re talking about - moving you
from off of his sleeves
to best partake of what’s freely taken?
PRINCE GIANT
The Two Wives are impossible!
They’re impertinent
and hopping.
They do well at seeming sensible…
But they aren’t!
NARRATOR
Maybe they’ll break out of the coin faces
and say something about themselves
and Washington or Lincoln or the Buffalo?
About money!
(End of Chapters 29 & 30)
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