Salvaging A Future Poem by John Weber

He bobs his head as he offers a plate
Only the best that fell out of the crate
His morsels of trash still serve to entice
Grilled chicken and rice without all the price
Once that flesh has been shredded from the bone
He'll boil those bits down to steep for his own
There's nary an item he won't reuse
To save all that cash he'd otherwise lose

He's dumpster-diving Matt, the salvage man
Seeking to utilize all that he can
Whether gym shorts, veggies or raisin bran
He'll scoop your refuse to sustain his clan

While watching his neighbor blindly consume
Matt ponders why such waste should be our doom
Instead of striving to buy that campaign
Working seven jobs while running insane
Drop out of the race with grubby face grace
And slow down the pace by raiding their trace
He smiles as he melts down all of the cheese
Trusting his nose while plodding on with ease

Matt never longs for what he doesn't find
No matter how badly he gets maligned
You might believe his methods aren't refined
While tossing all of your treasures behind

Without concern for the date on the back
He sees only freshness within that pack
A liberal knife shall carve away rot
Before he tosses those stalks in the pot
Even those discards get put to good use
As compost for growing future produce
His consciousness rings out with clarity
Allowing him to grant pure charity

Rather than let the fruit spoil on the vine
Matt struggles to ascertain the divine
His splendid hunt rubs polish on his shine
As faith and substance embrace to combine