Now that you’re gone
I work in silence
I don’t know what to play
you never understood that
about me
what I decide
and how I don’t
you are out there
in the field along side me
somewhere
sewing crops for the shareholders’ profits
so we can continue to live in tiny rooms
at the feet of their gates
you always play music
you make a sacred ritual of the mundane
repetition of the work
you remind me we are lucky
to get to work in the field
to have the opportunity to do it well
to have the choice to work
to music
or to sit in silence.