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Let Me Sing a Simple Song of Work

That doesn’t

have to,

and always

has to.


So that I never 

take for granted

the sweat

on someone else’s 

back.


Perhaps capitalism

codifies

racism, 

which,

in turn,

conditions us

for capitalism.


Let me sing 

a simple song 

of work.


Something about 

the way

the air

stills, as if

time

is palpable.


My childhood

long gone,

I have a child

of my own

now.


I hear

a woodpecker

somewhere - 

on a poplar - 


Let me sing

a simple song

of work.


Over 

half-a-million

gone, we can’t 


give everybody

a job

who wants one.  


I said 

over half-a-million

gone,

we can’t

give everybody

a job

who wants one.


The seeds 

of racism 

are sewn

of a system

which thrives

for the few

off inequality

for the many.


The cicadas 

coming up

like voices

of the dead.


Posted 05/23/21
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