Once I knelt as mere chattel, bought cheaply
at the marketplace for the price of a thin gold finger ring
and invisible chains around my heart. (In China, feet
are bound and women trip tightly. Possession
is somehow stated in stunted toe tips.)
I endured a fashionable slavery - stunned and staring
like a steer anticipating slaughter, (only not in India, where even
beef is more revered) my heart forever measured in China feet.
I gave him nothing, keeping the secret of the Indian cow.
I took instead, his male children and feed them milk dreams.
My sons shall not grow chains which masquerade as thin gold
finger rings (my joy shall be the women - dancing on bigger feet.)