GARBAGOLOGY

Tattered gods frozen with fear

forgotten statues

like dead trees

Death is not an atheist

The light has failed

once more

sweat blackened and smoky

Heaven on Earth

they used to say

wishing to change things

by changing themselves

The city’s embryonic devilish dance

reaches a temporary ending

Darkness drips 

Tar taints the last drooping leaves

Silence ironically sustains its glory

preparing itself for another garbage child’s birth

and an innocent other’s death

The rhododendron is ransacked

A new generation of garbage children arises

to revenge the death of a peer

by burning 

by tearing every fabricated hope apart

The matriarchal bin passively watches

recycles itself

and spits a plastic blanket

to cover its sins

but not its newly-born child – the pure product of its filth

Heaven on Earth

they used to dream

wishing to clean all wounds

by purging all souls

It’s almost midnight

The city sleeps – or so it seems

Thousands and thousands of kilometers away

or just around the corner

in dirt and dust

another garbage child is born

another god expires

another scapegoat’s shot

Ignored – not pitied                                                                     

Abandoned

exactly where it shouldn’t     

MI

published in At Large Volume 10 (ART ATTACK international poetry competition 2009, Zagreb, Croatia)

(photo by Yewenyi)