Short Sweatshops Poems

The head of a gargoyle
    rests in one hand
  the scent of olive oil
    aloft in the wind

  While elves make mischief
    in sweatshops subterranean
  guilt storms man's conscience
    'gainst backdrops Notre Damian...

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Love to the USA
Sweatshops in Haiti
Twenty machines in row
Sewing T- shirts that say
I LOVE the USA 




12:23 noon   7/ 6/ 2013
granddaughter brings home from 4th July parade bobbles, candy & t-shirt made in Haiti saying
 I love USA. That was the Olympics as well as a lot of things ....

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that
silken gown

when pressed hard 
against the nostrils

one is assailed by 
the sweat of child labour

he is just eleven and not in school 
when other children are in school

the poor child labours away at the sweatshops 
under the watchful eyes of the masters who wield whips

think, the next time you wear that gown, of child labour....

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Flames lick the sole of my foot
Immersions of melting soot
Reagents are called and are few
Engaging sweatshops of New
The intensifying heat
Can only touch darkness seeps
Three in a day they say
Unbound walking around gay
The fire raged in intense anger
A blue ignited inside the framer
And a fire begins eating fire
All is consumed volted wire
Count its worth when the smoke sees
Tender grass puts forth its leaves...

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Our Smoldering Factory Town
free trade, a brick around
It’s gurgling, swollen neck. Surrounding
gray quiet smolder, evokes, 
Once thriving factory smoke
A Crumbling horoscope
once paid it's worker's, soaked
in quiet desperation.
We are it's rusty antiques
sinking ships on outsourced seas
a swollen, bailout casualty
a fallow field, a dustbowl breeze
While children sew our sneakers
In bananna sweatshops, cheaper
hands can make, children's fate
wont matter, they'll dig deeper....

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