to
      the
      workers
     
    

    
     
      your
      legs
      above
      the
      sheen
      of
      your
      neck
     
     
      Michael
      MacDonald
      your
      eyes
      above
      the
      grace
      of
      your
      check
     
     
      to
      send
      a
      certain
      nothing
      to
      say
     
    
   
   
    
     
      to
      the
      workers
      sweating
      musically