Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Unwanted

they are not children
they are bruised fruit in a paper bag
kicked down the sidewalks of life
litter discarded casually out of the windows of
vehicles rushing through stop lights, stop signs,
and going nowhere

gathering in ditches
an unsightly refuse the culpable want
something done about
making a junk yard out of
what ought to be flourishing gardens

the wind scatters their pieces, their scent
drawing vultures and other scavengers
picking at the aftermath of abuse and neglect
on the side of the road

©01.10.2017 ebn

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