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
Copyright © Tim Arnold | Year Posted 2018
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