Gleamer

“Sister save us, they betray us

With that look in their eyes

But we are here, folding hands

In the factory lights

Broken, blameless, they parade us

For the rest of our lives

But we are here, folding hands

In the factory lights

We are out.”

Is this the best instance of your poetry?

Now you make us proud

When we get too high and cannot close our eyes

And as we crumble in the face of it all

Before we fall

We get to see the gleam in the surprise

We are nothing anyhow

Get so close but we can’t get out.