BINMEN MY BINMEN

steel shrieks in the sub dawn

hi vis trash fairies 
purge the plastic proof

of our consumer guilt

consumer guilt paused 

like smoke in a photo

of

a

parisian balcony night

~

sometimes i wave to them
if i am up & backlit
in the front window

but i am too old for that

& it dilutes the magic

like a trumpet

in the trees

~


i feel
a tangible absence / a lightness
tugging the empty bins back in

consumer guilt . . . gone ?

no - taken

to foreign beaches 

for brassic foraging 

a plastic bird in the hand

worth two in the toxic bush