Burden
I dig a compost pit,
to dispose the rubbish
since 1996.
I get the match,
put a kerosene gas.
Voila, they are now ashes,
the whirlwind carries them
away,
hoping they won't drift
and drop on my shoulders
again.
Copyright © Maris Warrior Tuazon | Year Posted 2020
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