song for the 99th Memorial of the Triangle Fire.
sang it to the tune of Leadbelly's
Did You Sleep Last Night"
sang it, it found its own blues rhythm.
Girls, Where Did You Work Last Night?
me, where did you work last night?
tell me. C’mon Rose, Sarah, Daisy.
and Greene, in the factory,
the door kept locked, by greed.
Girls! Girls! Teenage immigrants,
me where did you go in the fire?
Caterina, Antonietta, somebody tell me.
jumped to the street where my bones and concrete meet,
sewer, my blood runs through.
O Girls! Teenage immigrants,
me of your New York dreams.
Celia, Annie, somebody tell me.
I ran from poverty, persecution, misery.
were starving, needed a buck,
got on the boat to try my luck.
it 'cross the sea to the wave of Liberty.
the Triangle Factory, in the New York Garment Industry,
amber waves of flame caught me.
I dove for the sky, broken window, promises
air. I prayed, New York City, catch me!
closers, hemmers, joiners,
trimmers, thread trimmers, sample makers.
Tell me, how burning hot is greed?
tell me, Sadie, Lina, Josie, Margaret.
our breath caught the fire, hair and lace, the flames, and cinders