Night has its breads before mouths
Deep aroma roasts with vegetables
That spring from the empty spaces
Of cornfields and bodies in a sweat.
Night is empty space in a cornfield
Enveloping in its growing darkness
Bodies that made breads from sun,
Are left with no bread, only a sweat .
(In the sweat of thy brow thou shalt eat their bread till thou returnst to the ground,for out of it thou wast taken and unto it shalt thou return- Genesis)