The bucket.

Filled with potatoes

and possibly mold if we let

them sit too long

without an owner.

When people die

do we ever consider their potatoes?

Their carrots and onions

and cans of beets and white asparagus?

Their flour that might grow maggots and

their sugar that might clump

and their blackened bananas

that might slump into the bowl?

Without an owner,

The potatoes sit too long

and possibly grow mold

when the owner, herself,

cannot grow new cells.

The bucket.

The closet.

The urn.