power rises in the production
deep in intangible factories
churning digestive juices into valuable
spittle
extracted through death in a warm bowl
battling with tweezers and collected
in spools to make silken wonders
for this you lived on leaves
gorged on mulberry
to vanish in a pillowcase
silkscarf, maybe a tie
poor thing whoever discovered
your intestinal value
give up your secrets
gut wrenching rainbows of delight.
man knows how to breed you for himself
somehow.
Author Notes
silk production happens this way.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,5 days ago
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