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Johnny Cammish

Aluminium Cans

A strange thought in actuality
two aluminium cans in a bin
mass produced liquid in throw away tin
can somehow represent us, you and me
filled with hope and yearning to be free
carbonated potential, a small chance to win
lifelong happiness from a small code within,
system made goals shape our reality.
Those two used cans in the rusty old bin
will eventually be crushed with time
crushed into a new form, with a new prime
our permanence an artificial skin.
Yet we will be melted down and combined
love and legacy forever entwined.

(2014)

Poetry shouldn't be explained by the poet, but interpreted by the reader.

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