In the living room of the farm
the screen relays precise moments.
The videomachine tended by animals
is, decades later, part unseen path
through part history.
Caption: Me and mine.
A dark scene arises in the hall:
The men will play poker in hunting jackets
stapled with the reek of cigar. The faces
gray templates, their lines inherited.
When the leader dies, the rest
retire to the kitchen, do dishes,
and make some sport of it.
When the leader dies the videomachine
continues spelling the image left,
that of the wall, the lampshade, the window:
younger, insight grows in the wheat.