A man drives a long yellow tractor
across a mountain of garbage,
kneading the sickly sweet heap
all day. White gulls fall upon the feast
in shifts. What things have shown
themselves from the churning dream
& surprised the driver over the years
of riding the groaning diesel dinosaur?
Since we throw everything away,
anything could be inside
the writhing, slippery loaf
that cooks in sun heat and cools
in rain. Anything.
