he ground the filthy ephemera
into powder fine enough for snorting
the pitted heel of his oxblood oxfords
a pestle to the sidewalk’s rough mortar
flyers for resurrected punk rock bands
trash tabloids with inscrutable headlines
translucent fast-food wrappers discarded
garbage bits blown into piles at his feet
it was a dry day
it would carry far
it would reach them all
the stoners
the ignorant
the obese
Rusty Truck 