THE FARM THAT RUNS ITSELF

On the open veldt, a farm runs itself — and keeps the rhinoceros calm with the sound of ducks. From the Office of Civic Digestion — a report to the American home. No hand touches the heap; the belts carry the day's contribution inward. The digester takes it and returns it as gas. The gas is burned to a steady call of ducks, broadcast across the herd. And a single animal more than answers the call. And so the herd funds its own peace, and rests at dusk beside the works that keep it. The full findings are on file at literalshitposts dot com.