"The literal, physical fragmentariness of these objects..."
Is just smoke.
Tree poop is air.
Yeast poop is booze.
Are we getting anywhere?
Bug poops are specks
Bacteria love. Bacteria
Poop something pure
And invisible as God above.
Poets poop words. Natural
Historians poop facts.
There's no unsaying.
There's no going back.
The second law follows
From the last as the first.
What to one thing was useless
To another is better. And worse.