for Joe Rachlin in paradise

the population of his junkyard

changed its identity over time.

the old 39 Hudson became the old 46 Nash

becoming the wrecked 53 Desoto.

Hudson begat Nash who begat Desoto.

the old testament side of Rachlin's Junkyard.

but we grabbed what we needed from the once-

working machines; the once metal-gleaming beauties;
envy of neighbor, relation, beauty queen and cop on the beat,

with not a thought to the dead, egotistical prick once at the wheel

of his Cadillac Eldorado, who thought he owned the open road,

who passed on the right because he thought he shit ice cream,

who yelled at my cousin for standing too close, who parked diagonally

across two parking spaces at the beach causing great distress, now surrendering

the glittering ornaments of his once prized machine which now belonged to us.

 Quequechan