If you pass the mills to your right
you will see large stones, not cane
or shaded trees, only stone upon stone
provision is like this: take the graces of the lands
hand them over to the devil and wait to eat
your food charred, sugar burnt is sugar
wasted, honey. But no one stood or blinked twice
when the men milling the sugar dried up
in the desert sun, long before the mills could made to turn
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