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[ After The Gleaners (1857) by Jean-Francois Millet ] I The harvest done and corn brought in These women comb the fields in Dull acceptance of their work. Bent over with a hanging pouch They search for odd grains Left behind in the stubble. II In the heat and stench of human waste Haggard children rummage in the debris Of our excessive lives for scraps of this or that To keep their own lives ticking over. |
