Ode to Abandoned Refrigerator

You, container of all that sustained us,

who bravely defended the fortitude

of frozen meat, sensitive dairy,

favorite leftovers,

forgotten pickles,

found yourself doorlessly

exposed

in ditch marsh mockery

of those who cling narrowly

to singletrack above.

We excavate you

from the bowels of Ipswitch,

parading your rust,

and your inability to contain

anything more

than honorary title:

"Frige Bridge,"

from under which you died

a trash troll.