To be of use
Thepeople I love the best
jump into work head first
I want to be with people who submerge
the task, who go into the fields to harvest
work in a row and pass the bags along,
are not parlor generals and field deserters
move in a common rhythm
the food must come in or the fire be put out.
work of the work is common as mud.
it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
the thing worth doing well done
a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
amphoras for wind or oil,
vases that held corn, are put in museums
you know they were made to be used.
pitcher cries for water to carry
a person for work that is real.