Percy shaw

Scenes from a sweat shop

Percy shaw
Small hands folding canvas and plastic in low light
Besides the butcher's bellies smiling,
The cleaver falls and
Coins roll like thunder

Under the shuffle of worn shoes and excited voices
There are snakes here she'd the skin of a man

Isn't life perfect for you?

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