Birth to waste
Wondering along filthy backways,
among rat infested dirt, prowling creatures
nipping at rotten waste food... second hand,
survival mood, awful, degrading but real...
even here the same air that we breath are
present and life giving... there amongs our
unwanted, done with... no use things and
most of our wasted dreams... just left there
to deteriate and melt into mother earth...
She is more than willing... she gave birth to
all that waste now returning to begin the cycle
all over again... she’s graceful and caring mother
of all...
