The ritual is to put the garbage out
My day begins the night before it’s due
When I recall the day, I have to count
Instead of Mass, we put the garbage out
No Confession so no sin,no horrid doubt
No neighbours and no prayer,no ancient pew
The only ritual left, toss garbage out
My mind begins to think about the clue
How my heart sings 
As Eliot might have said “I have measured out my life with garbage bags,”
Especially as he was from the USA! Very clever,Mike