What buttons to push
And what peaches how
Much would they be
Worth when every one
Demands a pound of
Flesh both gods and
Men in the eyes of la-
bor true value cries from
The wings dissembles
Power is power which-
ever forms it assumes
In this night of virtual
Demonstrations what
It would mean to find
Those buttons you speak
To those peaches to
Which Jack Spicer refers
What would we with-
draw from ourselves
To make a strike that
We have not with-
drawn already to make
The poem a kind of re-
distribution of wealth?
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