Tuesday, 11 February 2014


Today’s poem first appeared in CC&D, Scars Publications (US) v 191, 2008 and subsequently in my collection.

Now, life is short and time precious. I look around sometimes and am brought close to tears for witnessing so much waste…


Orange peel in the gutter, discarded
like human waste of time

Bird droppings (clues to Nature’s opinion
of progress in the world?)

Doggie droppings left by those without
a thought for anyone else

Celebrity snappers vying to get one over
on the more popular press

Pages torn from newspapers, flapping
like manifestos at elections

Bounty hunters, tracking our every move
on social media databases

Raindrops, Earth Mother's tears for death
on the streets, hate crime...

Blood stains, graffiti on a prefabricated
wall of silence (no witnesses)

Orange peel in the gutter, poet's testament 
to a growing sense of waste

Copyright R. N. Taber 2010; 2016

[Note: This poem has been revised since it first appeared on the blog and  in On the Battlefields Of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010; a revised ed, in e-format in preparation.]

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