**world For Sale Poem by Ben Gieske

Who said, “You can be whatever you want to be
................................................................was not a laborer
being squeezed by corporate octopuses
forever..........................grabbing more and more
free of guilt.

.................WORDS WORDS WORDS
.................the panopticon of fantasies

.................................................................I am your hands
recycling your throw-aways

.................................................................I am your sewing machine
made in China....Puerto Rico..... and Paraguay

.................................................................I am a bushel basket
of tomatoes still on the vine
.................................................................I am your Chablis
plucking grapes from the vine
.................................................................I am your machines

with revolving hands turning out
your bargain products,
scrabbling, barely surviving on the edge
beyond the outskirts of security

.................................................................I am long gone

lost amid the multitudes
toiling late into the night
locked in pools of sweat and debt
making ends meet with barely a wage
and no insurance

..........................................I am the “garbage” of the global economy.

Now’s the time for the revolution to be unfurled.
Go now, tell it on the www
.............until it reaches all the edges of the world.

- Sept.9,2007
Published online by New Veerse News, Feb.2009