Poem: For Selene

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For Selene

by Shannon Laws

 

The Earth’s weavers are busy
their low wages and long hours
fruit of their labors stolen
by mouthless machines

nature weaves for us a
marvelous blanket
new every morning
No one questions the cost

We stand peacefully in line
wait for our treats
listen to hits of the 80’s
to drown out the sound
of meat grinding