When the bin is starting to smell
Even through the plastic bags
Hopefully it's today
The morning when it all gets taken away
The day when the refuse cannot refuse to go
And memory weakens
As each item blends together
Into a mass of forgetting
That erosion and seagulls might tame
But that no longer sits
In my kitchen
Or out by the stoop
Tempting raccoons and insects
Farewell that which won't be digested
Whose home is no longer mine
It's a weight off my chest
Laying to rest
The garbage that was never divine
Roman Ryan 