What if we could just
Eliminate the dictate
To eliminate.

How strange then would seem
All those white mouths fastened to
Walls, bolted to floors:

Gaping, pale vessels
Born to collect and direct
Visceral run-off,

An embarrassment
Of common necessity.
Yet like anything

Common to us all
(Thus obscure to us all), the
Halls of excrement

Go without notice.

Anyway, I’m tryna say:
If this one needs notice, please
Contact the store manager.