The Whatnot

In comes the night of the Whatnot
sealed in aluminum that doesn't rust
wherever death trots
of uneven dead-in-stone rows
stirring the froth of yesterday's was
of knobbly  things that still grow
stewing in twilight's crockpot
playing catch me, if you can
in dark earshot
wherever death trots
before the hackers
crack my crackers  
in comes the night of the Whatnot
sealed in aluminum that doesn't rust