Oversifted fine white flour
with little crust
and that not crisp
We cannot fight on this glue
give us the bread we are used to
Of stone-ground flour
the kissing-crust
the color of the rest
and baked right through
Bread for bread, bread
for the prisoners
each craving what
from his youth he ate
not the bread of exile
and that not crisp
Source: Schuyler, James. “Boer War Bread Strike.” Collected Poems. 1st ed. Farrar Straus Giroux 1993, p. 350.