Just beyond the fence,
where I dump the dog shit,
there is a little ravine.
And beyond that:
railroad tracks.
One goes nowhere,
except down to fertilize;
and the other goes
everywhere out of sight
in either direction.
I like the confluence
of dog shit and railroads.
One is meant for reclamation;
the other about the same,
spray-painted with “ANUS FARTS”.
Eventually we all end up
wasting into the ground
to be reborn into something.
And where the railroad ends?
There the train starts anew.
a simple man 