The Gleaners

Leave the grapes

on the vine

for longer than the rest

labor has been overrated

hunger says it best

workers are the construct

of fat ones strutting sated

from the farmhouse to the table

leave the wheat

in the fields

to be picked at by the birds

the ones who burn the
construct down
are those who tend the earth

ownership is rape

peace is compromised

leave the grapes

they’re yours and mine

the gleaners will be heard