The threads and fibres that connect us. (Click here to read part I)
The Magic of Modern Sweatshop Slavery (part II)
Obroni wawu – ‘dead white man’s clothes’
Our rumpelstilted second skins,
Consigned to waste in bags and skip,
Will undergo a second phase
Of transformation, on the ships
That cargo from our concrete floors,
In bricks of golden dense in weight,
To desperate, distant, dusty shores
Where Aspirations lie in wait
Prepared, in coil, to spring attack
And rip at fibres. Culture’s sewn.
The absent master’s slavery’s back:
The ownerless have found a home.
Connected by the threads they weave,
They wear their own discarded robes
That cheapen what was once believed
And walk with pride in borrowed clothes.