We sit in tight knit circles
in mere whispers we plan
as we have for centuries.
Harmless spinning bees
sweet as honey,
agitators and abolitionists
gurus and grandmothers.
French caps of red liberty,
new America’s bullet skeined espionage,
North or South socks for soldiers —
Hand carded, hand wound, hand knit
tossed aside
for petroleum patterns
with no power for peace.
Punk Riot Grrls
yanked us from our baneful bliss
as we had fallen down drunk
on mass production
wasting away resources
starving for just a taste
of creativity.
We have reawakened and
re-emerged
with our
Wombs on Washington,
Stitches for Senate,
Pussy Hats, and
Thinking Caps.
So you may think
we sit and knit Tit-Bits
to pass the time dully
with our ancient craft.
Do not be fooled.
We are the resistance,
fighting the good fight…stitch by stitch.
