Today we threw out a bureau
A whale carcass taking up space
Drawers never functioning in our decades
After third hand ancestral retrieval
Responsible for compounding frustrations
Kicked and slammed still unable to shut properly
Making a mess of splinters buried in the carpet
Or on the hard wood floor waiting to snag
Any tender prey underfoot
Such a shame thin wood boxes
Doved together smooth and seductive
Regretting to make waste of valuable fuel
Of past wars’ sieges
Ours feels so trivial
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