Ties

If I really have to wear a tie, best it is a pure silk one.
I have seen the silken threads of a thousand moths
spun on a loom.

I have seen the nimble hands of the workers
at the loom.
The meek shall inherit.

I once had a 'kipper' tie
it was not silk.

I shall eat kippers without a tie -
perhaps tomorrow
for breakfast
on a China plate.
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