Are the rayon labels on jacket arms,
which announce a purchase and a value,
true capitalist hearts worn on the sleeve?
In fields and markets, in towns
dynamiting to grow skyward,
real men wear such labelled jackets
while slim girls wear trim blazers,
stirring pinks and yellows into smoggy days.
Here is a question:
would it mean a change
to subtract this purchase and color,
to take away the knitted stripes
and quilted figures,
the reds and greens of baby clothes–
to do this math until everyone is
returned to a Mao suit?
Or would things remain
the same in the undressing
to the blue underlayment,
to the Maoist mind
of a country rushing headlong
to reveal itself passionately