Trashcan Forensics is a freedom poem, a shame poem for an
Trashcan Forensics
The dog didn't realise
he was writing the neighbourhood headlines
when tearing the bin to shreds
and exhibiting its filthy content across the perfect lawn
The forensic team found
too many empty beer cans that should have been recycled
a torn white shirt with lipstick marks on the collar
several empty painkiller boxes
tissues, tissues, and more tissues
a prayer book
some bearly touched dinners
a razor blade and mirror
several empty boxes of mouthwash
three self-help books
Could you please clean up your trash
It does bring down the neighbourhood,
she said to the man standing in the doorway
I'll have my gardener do it
he replied surveying the exhibitsÂ
with an odd sense of relief
For months, the headlines echoed
the whispers rippled across lips.
Every day after the show
the dog got a fillet steakÂ
a treat for blowing the cover to pieces
Life's been easy since
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Quite well put, but a touch PC. Why?
Didn’t think PC was part of my vocabulary but thanks for making the point