At the Ranch of a Man Recently Deceased
All the detritus
Of human striving
Piled here in the sun
Where he left it thinking
He’d lift it again one day
Into its purpose
Rebar that will rust
Until it’s so brittle
You can break it like
Kindling on your knee
Tiles no one will ever
Step dripping upon
Getting out of the bath
Washing machine drums
That will never colorfully
Tumble someone’s laundry
Signs of a vanished America
Where it was cheaper to buy
What you might never need
Than to not to
It makes me tired just thinking
Of the energy it will take
The reluctant heir
To whom it all falls
To haul it all away