After a funeral, paperwork sits at the end of desk rows. Undertakers pause to change suits before shift handover, diesel engines flatten down places of rest. Glass, iron, gravel. Machines know: cities grow in negative spaces, oil traces gift buildings with signs of the cross. Gliding hawks operate traffic for clear passage. Night drops its guard. Machines argue. Power cuts add imagination to people's lives. So much for ending day's work seeking dawn. © Maria Stadnicka, 2021. Published in Shearsman 129 & 130, October 2021.