Sandwich on the Walk

On the pavement it lies,

a fragile half,

two bites and mangled,

Rainbow of vegetation,

sliced meat and sauces,

Ants goose-step unbearably close,

searching for paradise,

Sun has turned the mayo,

onion has leapt off in protest,

ambiguous ham spreads its perfume,

A feast cast away,

unsightly rubbish,

but frowning eyes not watching,

a lunch.