Once upon a time ago, when clothes were made by hands that sew,
and stitched in cloth
with threads not fine,
were messages to
the great divine.
Before committees scratched their heads
and made our clothes with broken threads, there were bones
to share and bread to make and a pot of soup from which to take.
How would it be,
if we could say,
in the shopping mall
of life today,
"I would like to buy a memory. Custom cut
and sewn on me.
With back up batteries embroidered on,
and lips that whisper
how the past