EugenistLee
05-07-2011, 08:59 AM
Trashbins
From my window, I can see the trashbins.
Enormous plastic tubs, they
squat in a curved row,
missionary brothers awaiting
gulps of empty bottles,
shattering in recycling bowels:
digestive guardians of
nature's wasting laws.
The bottle:
A gateway leads to an opening,
which we travel through.
A tunnel-visioned version,
carved with cold statues.
Stairways shuffle the darkness,
full of karmic stench,
feeding the fruitbats overhead,
depleting the insects and the ratmen.
From my window, I can see the trashbins.
Enormous plastic tubs, they
squat in a curved row,
missionary brothers awaiting
gulps of empty bottles,
shattering in recycling bowels:
digestive guardians of
nature's wasting laws.
The bottle:
A gateway leads to an opening,
which we travel through.
A tunnel-visioned version,
carved with cold statues.
Stairways shuffle the darkness,
full of karmic stench,
feeding the fruitbats overhead,
depleting the insects and the ratmen.