Exhibit A: The Can is Crushed
Tossed into a bin with very little an appetite,
Then seen no more.
Heavy lids, perhaps if younger,
Would have kicked it into the street
Or Straight up to the nearest curb.
We don't ask why but I suspect it is
the sound of 'now-rejected.' Necessity.
Would you then hold your latest beer
inside the bare arc of your palms,
Knowing, eventually it ends with just a burp.
Would you then once, done with the usage,
drag a body to the mouth of a busy ave,
someone would stop and take inventory,
"something around this inner section is amiss."