This is where our wealth haunts the earth— bulldozers leveling back to dirt, frayed comforters, pieces of faces ripped from family photos, mancala marbles clanging at the bottom of a black bag with dull spoons & a steel urn Metal corrodes quick in this acidic environment, leaves behind gold leachate turning the land into venom. Like ichor it disenchants the wind, ashes yoked in an alloy vase. Even when we drove past this graveyard ice-capped on I-40, I smelled our bygon