Wheels sigh with longing for the horizon.

Hunger moans in the spoon’s hollow belly.

Tools recount the needs from which they arose

and so comprise a history of human desire.


The match recalls fear in the fireless night,

the saw’s oiled teeth plead for perfect order,

the pen cannot imagine life without ink.


Even that technology employed by the soul

in its perilous escape from the prison of the body

is exhibited here, in these letters, in words.