Waste Away


The bin men parade down our street

All purpose and speed

Rolling before them a thunder of work

Of bins and trays and discarded things

Their noise punctuating this slow morning

And every week the clock-work of waste

Of renewal through removal

By these early day storm troopers

Advances and moves to another front

Still fast and hot. Dull-eyed but

eager to finish an infinite job

and park their oozing lorries

out of sight

lest the war be lost

And when they’ve gone the gimlet eyed residents

let in the clean and calm

Scuttling out to retrieve their empties

and return to an order

only they can comprehend

as they claim peace

in the recently returned

status quo.

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