I watch each Saturday in Little Poland
at Allen's Peerless Junk.
It's a ghoulish feast (before lunch)
of licking, lapping flames,
small bodies in the open pit.
They crouch upon a vast
glittering fallen Goliath with
his armor and his baubles -
(You can almost see the giant limbs outstretched,
a hand upon a sodden chest,
and think of that
sausage jumping
in the bubbling pan at home) -
Chewing little rubber, paper, oilcloth islands
and cardboard cliffs
with rippling, snapping jaws,
but seeming to devour little.
Black, smelly smoke whirls upward,
hot within a cold aseptic wind
