scrapyard

scrapyard

as a child

i saw magpies,

nailed to fencing.

a crude warning

from farmers;

an example set.

now,

i see bumpers,

wheel arches,

bonnets and doors,

bolted to the fencing

of the scrapyard.

a warning

of transience,

an example,

of how even metal dies.

the futility

of clinging to things.

for the will come a time,

of no-things,

when our memories

will be warm,

and peopled

eternal.