I am awakened at dawn  
by the suns warmth
on my face
My night was restless  
and the need for my partner
grips my being
and my soul
I reach out but the empty
bed tells me that her work
ethic has overwhelmed her
She preceded me  
to the cane field
cutting it low for max return
I rise, grab my tools
and go to the field  
I find the body lying face down  
in the stumps of cane
I cut what remains
my loses minimized  
I bring the body  
with the cane
Will the market ever feel
the sorrow or pain  
in their pitiful pursuit  
of sweetness
No I think not
The demand for sweetness
outweighs the value of  
a common farmer
and profits discount
the grief and sadness
Written by anvinvil (Anvillan)
Author's Note
Originally written for Creative Corner, Ai Ogawa, poet.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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