A cheap house.
He buys low.
Three days to gut the rotted-wooden site.
Half a day to pile:
Every chipped dish,
All the old-age-smelling clothes,
Sagging broken beds,
A torn sofa
Onto his trailer –
Dump burial minutes away.
A black suitcase is roped atop the removal.
“Their daughters didn’t want anything.
“They didn’t even come by to look,
“Not at the house, not at the stuff.”
He finishes gassing his truck.
The trailer bends off behind the truck,
The black suitcase lumpy above.