Among the tin cans, tires, rusted pipes, broken machinery—
                      One learned of the eternal;

        -Theodore Roethke

god of burning leaves and leaning barns,
half-buried cars and abandoned boats;

god of empty bottles and distant trains,
and chairs sinking into sandbanks;

god of the trees that grow restless at dusk
and the dogs that bawl in the dark;

lord and elector of these and other
desolations I have learned to love;

great god who sculpts men with silence
and fills the earth with sad refrains—

may your kingdom come in barrel fires
and hubcaps; in scrap yards and blast furnaces;

in grease and chrome and iron and brass;
make it last, o lord, even as it cracks.