Garbage
Written by fabee_babeeA double sided grey row,
A social cemetary,
Wheelie bins erected overnight,
like jungle green soliders
standing assertively at attention.
Driving slowly along the row,
The sun peeping into the dull morning.
These household headstones
cast stretching shadows,
Boldly displaying everyones
number in the line of humanity.
Each families social solider,
awaiting to be emptied and returned
again to fulfill its duty.
A line of tombstones
headlining household plots.
Numbered members,
Numbered days,
Social convention,
Social conviction,
Even in life we live in cemetaries.