Black plastic bag: as used for corner liquor sales
just lay flat and died in the last green patch of grass, ragweed and mugwort
on the block north of Rising sun and the Boulevard.
All round that area treestumps blossom with stuffed bears
named for the dead, sacrificed and offered, heart and bone
to the gods of american automotive excellence
turned to meat like possums or deer
ground like burger
after being raised so carefully
and taught their figures
1 and 1 make 2
and hourglass makes a wolf whistle
grass drinks sun and rain
all the seasons pass in sequence
over the row home roofs
and the asphalt, cement, brick tile metal world
makes dens for young and old
to huddle in, til the next warm quiet day