‘Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.’ ~Henry David Thoreau
The little rag-picker
Stares at me from a pile of trash
Laughs ….lewdly mocking me,
Returns ...to pick a piece
from the erected litter
--that men have gathered over the years
in the name of progress!!
He combs and combs ..
hoping to glean all that’s good-
-Ah, a morsel at a time is all he needs!
Today, we live in a huge plastic bag,
There’s little to breathe…
Lungs reeling with suffocation …
yet we haven’t learnt to put a stop ..
Plastic bottles, sandals, broken keyboard, computers
Heaps of bags, car-parts are all dumped,
................and live on!
Cold reality and despair lay in every corner.
Is it greed, lust or a bitter satisfaction...?? He smiles,
...a smile of self deprecation
shifts the pack on his shoulders and moves.
In the night,
Sprawling on the pavement
Recounting the days’ catch; he laments
The ruins of foolish human crimes
‘Ah the little pigs’…he murmurs, belching