I murdered a can today, all for the benefit of me. Gashed holes in its heart with the use of one thumb-tack; took a final stab to its back to finish it off. I positioned its body to rise on the sides of the gashes, that way it could better cup my offerings. Once in place, I reached into my backpack and retrieved a vibrant green blanket to lay over the wounds I inflicted; I then create a fire. The blanket burns on top of the cans disfigured corpse, creating fumes of guilt and relaxation. Once the fragrance of ash enters my senses, the can is revealed--- it’s badly burnt. I found the nearest garbage can and chucked it.