Poems

The Visible Slavery

It’s a Carhart, the affluent talker
told me. And the boots are Timberlands.
Catching my look, he waved his hands and said

Labels mean nothing to me; quality is what I’m
after. Prove it, I said. Remove the tags.
But he went away exceedingly sorrowful.

~ S.K.Orr

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