The Recycler

The Recycler

A Poem by Tilling

Strewn amongst the urban bramble
his home, a thrown on wheels.
Squeaking. Bottles and cans clanking,
breaking the silence of the night; announcing  
to all-prying deep into the dark crevasses 
of hopeless depth-Rise! This fight must go on.
Signified simply by my life: this breath

© 2019 Tilling


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wow...love the title...and this is Benediction Boulevard announced by the squeaky wheels of the cart...and the fight for survival...

so well done in so few lines.
j.

Posted 4 Months Ago



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