The clatter of the loom can still be heard,
If you listen carefully sounds of ancient voices and small paychecks opening can be heard,
Only to be turned in at the local hostelry,
Or at a grocery store on a cold walk home.
All that remains are the floors and big windows,
Streaming light to save owners cash,
Until at last they have none,
As China breaks silently into all the lives of the mill.
Relieving poverty in one location, for new hardships in another.