Chinos

Now this is progress.
The trash trucks are new
crisp and clean.
I can see my silver reflection
deep inside the battleship gray panel
protecting the womb where the waste is crushed.

This speaks well of my city -
removing the rust belt that trapped it
inside grungy jeans covered with coal dust.
The city can now put on a nice pair of chinos
and reasonably hope the beige stays clean.

The trucks glide to a tuneful stop
and the refuse managers emerge from the cranium
in crisp clean battleship gray uniforms.
They tenderly lift the comatose
larva-like addicts and homeless
and gently place them in the womb.

Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief

  First Published in BOMBFIRE

4 Comments

  1. Liz H says:

    Those last three lines really nail home the image of the garbage truck as a body.
    It’s a little scary…and bitterly sad.
    Really good stuff here.

    Like

    1. luvgoodcarp says:

      Thanks, Liz. I really appreciate your comments.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. gwengrant says:

    An absolutely terrifying image and a very good poem.
    Gwen.

    Like

    1. luvgoodcarp says:

      Thanks, Gwen. I really appreciate your comments.

      Like

Leave a Reply to luvgoodcarp Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s