THIS BAG WILL COLLECT YOU / 
BY THE SWEAT OF YOUR BROW / AND
THE DIRT UNDER YOUR NAILS / BY
YOUR ELBOW GREASE / AND THE HOOKS
OF YOUR TEETH / LIKE A CAR
YOU DON’T HAVE / THIS BAG WILL DRIVE
YOU / WILL CLUTTER AND SHATTER / 
AND ROT AND DECAY / DILAPI AND
DATED / LIKE YOUR BODY A HOME / 
IT WILL SAVE: A LIFE / THE MIDNIGHT
MORSELS / THE SPILLS AFTER DAWN / 
A CREASY RECEIPT / THE CRUMBS OF A
GROWTH / WHO IN THIRTY YEARS WILL BE
SPREAD / ALL OVER THE GLOBE LIKE
FOSSILIZED SEEDS / LIKE RESTS RESTING
IN BARITONE SLUMBER / SETTLING INTO
OVERHEATED SOIL / UNTIL A DROP OF
LUCK SUGGESTS / EXTENDING A TENDER
ROOT / PERHAPS GROW AND MAYBE
BECOME / IF FATE WILL HAVE IT A SHRUB
OR A MEME / CONCEIVABLY SO / IT IS
YOUR HEAVY DUTY / TO BEAR WHAT YOU
WILL TODAY / AND PRAY FOR TOMORROW / 
THAT WHATEVER YOU’RE BUILDING MAY
STAND ERECT / WHATEVER YOU SHOULDER
WILL LIFT YOU HIGHER / THAT THE COLOR
OF YOUR COLLAR SHALL NOT CONSTRAIN
YOU / AND YOUR WORKLOAD ONLY EVER
BE SAFE / TO REMEMBER THEN / THIS
BAG WILL COLLECT YOU / AND FIT YOU AND
DRAG YOU / FOR TOWARDS THE END / 
AND TOWARDS AN END / TO THE EXTENT / 
THIS BAG WILL CARRY YOU