Past red paint and hex sign
there is grey lumber weathered,
and a swaybacked roof. There is one more
dying storage structure.
They should have fixed the roof
the child points out, and they are right!
The background of time rotates harvest
stubble blond etched in pattern of abuse
back to vibrant green shoots of spring crop.
It is where old barns go to die.
It is the myth of the ancient elephant
Old storage structures do not have daws,
ravens picking at them because
they ate the flesh from their bones
Part of a person thinks of them
as a post harvest problem from doing
that for a living. From the garbage collector
in a body, if you wait long enough, you will
not have to pick that up.
Either somebody will be able to make a ringgit
on the side or nature will just eat it.