(inspired a great deal by George Stanley) stump alive dead rolls down aisles tin can lids saw the few knobs still trying to feel pushes a pile of slop the moon is outside bumps against a cart the windows are painted over soon bark chafes off marks the polished floor pieces fall off kicked around service boy picks them up servicing and disappearing leaves his no-mark of what it was like before no evidence of passage the lights burn 24 hours soil paved over can t even die properly in this place if dogs were allowed they d be blinded by absence - a capsule of emptiness swallowed fast before all the boxes and bottles run out or the earth quakes and swallows the stuff first