In abandoned factories gather abandoned people
who no longer do anything with abandon.
Look! An assembly worker without a thing to build
like a sharecropper without soil to turn.
The massive conveyor system of steady employment
has broken, the machinery of work has ground
to a halt, the rope unravels that leads to hope.
Wealth begets wealth. Only poverty
gets redistributed among the poor.
See? A rich person is unlike any other, distinguishable,
but a poor person is like all others, extinguishable.
The large man in the photo crouching
in the dimly lit corner, he could be a street orphan,
or turned another way, a single mom.
Jeff Burt has works in manufacturing. He has work in Thrice Fiction, Mobius: A Journal for Social Change, Star 82 Review, Storm Cellar, and Word Soup. He won the 2011 SuRaa short fiction award.