David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
If your hair touches my fingers one more time
I swear I'll become King Midas
And you'll become a statue
Of the goldest wire
That Sri Lanka can pour
From its dirtiest shore
The workers dig until their hands and feet
Are cracked and raw and sore
To find treasures like these
They go blind from the dust
Settled on and kicked up
From its dirtiest shore
The Goldest Wire was written by David F. Bello.