Junk
Abel Thundil
Posted on : 25 May 2021
Angels guard cemeteries with spears
And graves go empty everyday.
Boards guard parks with red letters
And the junk collects everyday;
Paper,
Spit
And beer bottles
All empty.
Who knows what's in the paper?
Maybe
It's a debt notice.
Maybe
It's a love letter with the most romantic poem.
But it doesn't matter now.
Everything not in its rightful place
Is junk.
Angels guard cemeteries with spears
And graves go empty everyday.
Boards guard parks with red letters
And the junk collects everyday.
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Posted on : 25 May 2021
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