Barter – Why We Trade

Paper bills are just paper now
Backed by no one and nothing
No vaults of gold or silver bars
Worthless but for starting fires

Coins became part of the machine
Scrap metal with worn imagery
Edges used for scraping things
Carried just for the memory

Survival meant you traveled light
Traders and their scavengers
Roving bands for safety’s sake
Everything they carry has a price

A battery for a dirty blanket
Three bullets for a water jar
A knife, well that cost much more
Like a map or pack of cigarettes

Don’t grab or reach without a word
Lest you wish for misery
Use your eyes and your words
Trust costs extra, and you can’t afford it

Food is something all its own
Not usually carried, but it’s there
Hidden in small caches
Make a deal and spin the wheel

Friends are not really friends
Useful bodies that all keep secrets
Trinkets are traded, skills have value
Value keeps the belly full

Water finders, well diggers
Egg hatchers, bird breeders
Meat slicers with racks to dry
Iron benders and the metal makers

That’s what’s seen on the surface
Behind closed doors, there’s more
Flesh peddlers and corner people
What they trade, we cannot say

It’s a brave new world out there
Barter teaches what to see
Who cheated, who spoke too soon
Greedy eyes watching everything

Once it’s done there’s no more
No return, no exchange, no words
Disputes attract attention
And attention attracts violence

Whether with your back or on your back
Both sides need to see a gain
Fabric, food, tools or shelter
Some trade silence, others barter time

Truth is the most valuable currency
Is knowing when to walk away
Knowing nothing is free, nothing is fair
Everything costs more tomorrow

And even when it seems futile
Trash for other trash, leftovers for leftovers
We trade because we have no choice
Because not trading means starvation

Additional Reading

R.J. (Ralph) Schwartz is an American poet, author, website owner, and online publisher. His writing spans several poetry collections—ranging from spiritual and romantic to fear-driven explorations—and even extends into science fiction. Notable works include:

  • Hope – Inspirational and Spiritual Poetry

  • Things That Go Bump in the Night – Poetry of Fear and Fright

  • The Lover’s Thread – Poetry for Couples

  • Poetry of the Human Condition – The Ups and Downs of Modern Living

  • The Secrets of the Moon (a sci-fi novel co-authored with his son Sebastian J. Schwartz)

Schwartz’s work is described as purposefully wordy, richly descriptive, and thematically grounded in nature, romance, antiquity, and forgotten historiesHe writes regularly on platforms he manages, including The Creative Exiles, a collaborative venue for writers, and The Gypsy Thread, which delves into offbeat histories, pagan lore, and poetry.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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