From television snow falls winter. From nightglow screen flows the river. What’s the point of waiting for the sea to level out? Acid rains piss silver on the heads of hormone cattle. Brains, bent to buy the deep flower of desire driving markets insane, weigh about a tofu brick apiece. Count the bricks, what pyramid emerges wet and ready to press? Like all good myths, we wrap too tight the ends of real disaster. We need a way of saying what it is, not to judge or dismantle but brick by brick assemble the picture of what we make and eat, the soy and soil entwined like the bones of captives and their chains. • From television snow falls winter. From nightglow screen flows the river. Journey from fields and over dry land. Heatsinks burn the forests into housing. Plots for soy communion, which is wafers with no gluten. Crop of bone antennae blinks send famine, the open road to joyful windmill agro-social soy. On paper birds survive but today my birds are mostly made of paper and painted on windmill wings. How many children grow in supermarket forests packing shelves of soil storing later soy. Seeds explode from packets into roots to siphon water from the cracks and corners of containers. Soy, like cockroaches, will survive, and learn. Silos launching missiles filled with soy are fundamental requisites for future reproduction reaching phases to a moon we know as sterile, inhospitable to soy. (Groan.) • From television snow falls winter. From nightglow screen flows the river, and slowly there bends a plastic ox bowed to feed soy, drying in the sun. Soy farmer then lifts a fork and pitches bricks to the end of the bow and they sink. A lake filled with soy. Linked to roads on a river of soy. Have you seen fields like reaper-fodder mowed? Journey from fields and over dry land. Rainland sapped of its wisdom. Soy feeding what it steals. These secret channels speak for the circuit of locked and linking roads, fields, blocks of bio network fed on refuse, surplus, gaps in management. Banks of data curb the runoff from an early thaw, into the bow and over rotting soy.