I can’t imagine how they felt
all those little men mining away in Yokos mouths
               tiny splinters of fillings  cut with diamond drills
7% solution distilled

tucked into sleep with glue and nails          gills opening and closing  
everybody    we appropariate your money
in the breadline we speak in nods
                     the secret handshakes
to complicated  to remember
more names than God
              
     stand between skyscraper tall
and late 1990’s dietary fads