A Strike for Rod Smith

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?