
Landfill by Britny Cordera
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