Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Supermarket

When I need humbling I go
to the supermarket and I see lined
perfectly on the shelves
the glorious work of millions.

And I imagine these people must
have mothers and brothers
and children to feed just like
my parents work to feed
me, so we’re really all the same:
I’m part of their family
because they help feed me
and when I eat I help feed them
and so we are all, unsuspectingly,
united by livelihood and food.

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