I wish I were in a calm place,
      O, hydraulic hiss of the garbage truck,
O palimpsest of Olympus, O juggernaut
of bacteria, O untired beast, O disdain.
      You've collected me too late.

        O garbage men, work as it is play--
O sweetly soured stench, cavort by morning hours;
Hunger, O growler of the cul-de-sac--
You eat again today,
      though all my sundry is sundered
  in this little bag:

O lock of hair; O wedding ring.
Eggs.

O gust upon eternity, that waits.