Cut leftover loaves
into cubes like dice and toast them.
Tear the bread apart with your hands
and put the debris in a brown paper bag.
Take it out to the park
or the square and find a bench.
Take it to the edge of the beach
and walk away from the summer crowds.
Offer handfuls to the pigeons,
the gulls, an indifferent wind.
Reconstitute the dry crust and heel—
Sifted with fine volcanic ash,
render an ink that smells of ovens.
Powdered and mixed with gold dust,
think of the many discarded saints
whose haloes might be refurbished.
In response to Via Negativa: Inner city.