Garbage Night

Garbage night Bins line the road as I walk down the street pristine and clean, rinsed in summers rain but what filth and smells are lurking inside the hidden interiors what disclosures just waiting to be revealed lidded and kept from view and inspection My eyes pass over bins glistening lids to the houses which stand behind I wonder about the idea which occurred to me in the street and if a similar concept could be thought to apply hidden behind brick facades My mind wanders on, to a newsagency with the papers lined by the door the daily dose of muck raking rag shouting its’ headlines so bold pedalling hate and fear for profit exhibiting what they’ve unearthed and as my mind retreats this horror and wanders back down the street to find its’ body walking the last thing it muses as it slips back into place, our society looks so neat from here. ©T.Arnold