Dump Run

Now and then you must let earth receive your trash.

The transfer station orderly, somewhat
sanitized, since all the smelly trash now

goes Somewhere. I peruse the metal pile
hoping to find something useful.

Maybe a toaster, a bike, a pole lamp,
a roasting pan. A window just the right size.

Next stop unload recyclables: paper,
cardboard, plastics, cans, glass. Ah, glass.

Glass I save for last. How I love to hurl
those bottles of wine we drained to the dregs

into the bin. Conduct my symphony of shatter
and smash, accompanied by screaming gulls

and the clang of the crusher down below.