What is the sum of the sum
of all the parts gathered
in order to be divided and sold
or left to ruin? In summer,
the fields get busy with
the drone of combine harvesters
collecting crops of winter
wheat and potatoes. Sometimes,
when the trucks carrying
the harvest away hit a bump
in the road, some produce
falls out. What profits a man
who doesn’t bother to stop
and recover the negligible?
But the invisible need
to feed their hunger, make
some kind of miracle out of
what doesn’t matter.
In response to Via Negativa: Moth parts.