Garbage Man Poem by Ezekiel Brown

Flicked his eyes and the sky was still there
The sky was still there
Nothing has changed
Resurrection—He’s too late to think
The earth is arranged
Too late to think
Old tales did not die
The garbage is eating the city
So no more sleep. No more death
Call to duty
Old tales did not die
Debris is sipping the world
We must call the garbage man
Now the city is clean
And he’s forgotten
It’s dark again. “This world must reason
“Bloody people”—
And he curses the world. And goes to sleep
And he curses the world. And goes to sleep…