Behind the house the ground has opened up
And it’s so deep a hole its bottom can’t be found
It sucks the air inside
And makes quiet sea sounds
We sometimes stand and linger at the edge
We like to dare each other how close we can get
And there’s a pact we’ve made
If one should fall the other follows in
We started small with trash and rotten food
And then the neighbors came with cars and diving boards, too
And soon the government had midnight dumps
Of what, we never knew
A letter came the other day
From clear around the globe
It said “We hope that you’re the ones
“On the other end of the hole
“Could you please take a few things back
“Our country’s getting full”