A poem based on Sebastião Salgado's images from the Serra Pelada gold mines in Brazil in the 80s
I am a hoist, component of:
sack of mud and ore;
my bones, levers,
haul gold
out of the hole.
Valueless:
thousands pour
out of the earth;
mud-covered chains
continuously turning
upward, downward
head sack thorax
legs feet
head sack thorax
legs feet...
When the band shines
on your finger,
we are
the ants crawling
down your arm.
