From “The Daughter Industry”

brother play:

that song again

the one about the garden and

eaves on the stand the one

where we event

invention one throw at a time

brother, play

that song again

the one where desert ghosts stone

fatherlandscapes to death the one

with the whistle

and hum where we to whisper and whir

this play takes place on a surgical stage oh

brother—could’ve been doctor

by now, recreates that song too

{The reader of this poem sways.}

a wound heals

bight and bite

a mother wakes before

        daybreak

to make soup of boiled down bones

             to make soup to swallow of boiled down bones

                                         and potatoes to

smoke before daybreak

                              before children

wake to whir(ring)

                                                               machines light fires

           a kitchen and riches she can demand

                     now                              from the men

surplus