The Grameen bank's microcredit Poem by Ida Börjel

the Grameen bank's microcredit for impoverished women
whose tenet is unreasonable repayment terms
made reasonable through the distance separating
borrower and lender with interest rates
of forty of one hundred percent after a week
whose tenet is shareholders' capital gains; to
turn to those with nothing
to sell and instead sell them
to loan sharks, collection agencies, a mob
the dead, shacks left behind, red
timber cottages with white corners; each detached
atomized; in no time; forced to
turn back, condemned from Ellis Island
wavering, back across the water to the water
to the others at the threshold of Europe
also in them the center of gravity must lie
one foot ahead on the ground
the blooming wound there the remaining feeling
in those crossing the muddy field memoranda