Cut Your Cloth.(poetry)(Poem)

 
CUT YOUR CLOTH 
 
   Take up the scissors, the fingers of your right hand know 
   where to find them, how to work them. Like that! And that! 
   Cut the air in two. Crunch the blades with your expertise. 
   Like a little song of emptiness, find the snip snip that makes 
   a snarl. Now what was it you were about to do, my friend? 
 
   The cloth is streaming off the Doom with a shudder and thud 
   and I know the way the women stand back, I have seen them, 
   watching, deftly, their big soft hands unflexed on their bellies. 
   They shift from foot to foot on the long shift, and hum under 
   the roaring thunder of machines ...