The Recycler

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

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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.