like a hollowed out pumpkin "round upon the ground", it reclines "gray and bare" on the step of a neglected tomb..."it did not give of bird or bush"... its angle of repose betrays a state of rusting dissipation, a dirge to its complete disengagement...
soon it will be removed altogether, perhaps repaired for sale by a wily brocanteur...or discarded into a cauldron of melting iron, sparking embers into the dark, dark night...all the while "[taking] dominion everywhere"*...
[*quoted lines are from Wallace Stevens' "Anecdote of a Jar", 1923]
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