EL LISSITZKY

The women walk to work
At the Providence whatever
The weather, linking arms
And bumping hips in solidarity
Until they reach the entrance

And must uncouple to survive

You could hear it sometimes
How, irrespective of necessity
Mortality and the wind chill
Laughter followed them

Unfurling like a banner
By El Lissitzky, brandished

With a fierce potency
Up the staircase to their machinery

It’s not that only matter is existent or real
It’s that only matter can be quantified

.

Steven Taylor

.