"One grows to hate these things except on the dump."
---Wallace Stevens, "The Man On The Dump"
I wanted to write a poem about a shump---
and you know, by that term, just who I mean.
But mentioning him in a poem seems, somehow, obscene.
And his presence, named, however slight
would turn my corner slice of this great site
into a befouled and odorous dump.
Starward