land fill

the landfill
is overflowing with what
we don't want
or use.
tires and books,
pants
and broken chandeliers.
there goes a heart or two
as well.
they truck it in from
Baltimore,
from
new York,
from LA,
and Brunswick.
it keeps coming.
doesn't stop.
I add my share to the pile
shoveled
onto the rising heap.
I purge
the life I led,
the encrypted world
of me,
but there's always
some newer stuff.
always.