no relief from machinery
sleep-less, ill-less, weary-less
it runs regardless
on another beautiful sunrise
perfect for the harvest
who drives the combines
turning fields of wheat
to ragged lines of straw
to fields of gold
who runs the trailer
spilling grains
like breadcrumbs
a golden trail
from field to barn
and back again?
who dries the grain
before the auger sprays
into the storage bins
who tests the moisture content
the temperature
of the heaped seed
in the barns?
the whirring of propellers
wireless connection
bomb release button
battery recharging cable
need people too
to manipulate
to target
to kill
recruits
conscripts
mercenaries
farming is protected employment
after all is dead and gone
graves lined up like stubble
the survivors will need grain
will need flour
bread to break
at the table
after the prayer
of gratitude
for who
and what
remains
~
CLP 18/07/2024
Journey of Words 