lights bright ,,i was
wondering whether
to turn this into
black and white
the soul of garbage
a mortal fight for
some an awful sight
for beggar poets
street art in poetic
flight ,, garbage
where god lives
on this burial site
as man generates
garbage funereal
rites even angels
take fright ..as crows
goats rats dogs cats
nibble in delight ..
poetry and pathos
passionately in
unison re unite
every morning
as the suns rays
envision to excite
i offer my prayers
to the lord of the flies
despite the mosquito
bites ..a garbage god
humble human polite
eyeless to wastelands
of human plight
