Quarry

The rain-rotted house on the dead end of Baytree, old bitter lady

Sits caddy corner to the aftershock from the quarry

She says, "America's a spoiled child that's ignorant of grief"

But then she gives out full-sized candy bars on Halloween

We had to add it to the tab

To die, we'd have to settle up

So we just go until we can't

Or burn it down to feel the heat