The Rubbish Dump as a Metaphor


The bits and pieces of unwantedness lie
Still like the soil where nothing grows.
Only the gap opens ever so slowly
Between the bottle and the soft drink can.

An auburn colour shines the evening
Over the overturned cardboard boxes,
Some standing, some leaning,
Emptied of all they once carried.

A cornflake label, a scratched LP,
A light bulb, a dirty magazine
Are composed together
As though someone will actually notice.

Not all things that break are broken
Nor things that rot all rotten.
The things will pile up in pyramids
Before a hurricane does what no one will.

Bevagna, 18 January 2012