Faceless workers
in factory far
from US home
work on garments
one after the other.

They labor sewing,
in repetitive fashion
day in, day out,
as I put garment on
in distant land.

I slip self into cloth
not thinking
someone worked
as I take for granted piece I hold.

A simple garment of
underwear, bra
fit well sewn with
face and nameless hands.

Thank you factory worker
who made it possible
to walk in store
and purchase wares.

Thanks for working
in slave-like factories
for my comfort
in modernized world.

Thank you faceless ones,
for moving in your life
to benefit me while corporations
fill their pockets.

I am grateful,
as my sun shines in West.
And I, wear undergarments
never to be seen.