Sunday, February 25, 2007

Tip

Slumped in a moist mound gleams
a large animal's fresh offal.
The bay beyond, bright blue between the trees.
Under my soles, 45 years of disgraced materials
peppered with long life double A's,
a leach of heavy metal spice
among abstractions in brittle foam, once
a flat screen monitor’s chrysalis casing.
Sea birds loud cloud clamorous,
long lone undulating 'aaaark', trailing.
The last of the flies evicted far down the road.

2 comments:

Inconsequential said...

wow, picturesque...

shall come back and read again, was just going to bed :)

Inconsequential said...

Our local tip has gone all green :)
70% of 'stuff' is now recycled, which is excellent, but does make me wonder why the rest isn't/can't be. We are only a small island really, makes me wonder where we have land to fill...

Very good picture Ish, good stuff as always.