Not just below ground,
But there in the minutiae of labor.
So we no longer wonder
At the source of the thunder
But at the raindrop that fell on our neighbor.
Perhaps it is on account
Of the general amount
Of error we share with stranger and kin,
That we find more compelling
For clucking and yelling
The banal in transgression and sin.
But if under our own roofs
With sulfur and clove hooves,
The devil makes merry in the small things we measure
Then we do Satan a kindness
Whenever he finds us
Piously watching the news in our leisure.
-The Right Reverend Jeremiah Right
MINUTIA, n. The big picture on the small screen.