The cobblestones crunch in the market Leather hands shaking leather hands I advance on a shrimp vendor’s table Thousands of tiny gray crustaceans Swimming in murky water They cannot see The blind Thai slave who farms them Who sleeps in a cage Whose skin is bubbling from the sun I move on I count the …
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