One Man's Trash Poem by Carsten Thomsen
One Man's Trash
He greets me
with a smile
and a “good morning”
The guards
leave him alone
“Harmless'
they tell me
Even the dogs
and rats
ignore him
I see him
at night
in his dirty
torn rags
rummaging
through trash
Too proud to beg
for money
but picks up my
discarded butts
without shame
At dawn
he and the trash
has gone
and I wonder where
he goes
or if
the rats
dogs
or dustmen
took him
too
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