Door 27 - Street Ghosts
we are the forgotted
the discardboarded
The litterbin dead
Bleeding and spread
left to decay
never swept away
draining the juice
from old apple cores
chip fat dripping
from weeping sores
pale as a plastic bag
catched up in a tree
we is tattered and shredded
filth feathery
we rattle the plastic
Haunt bent wire mesh
with old coke can dribbles
to nourish our flesh
we is old slither
and stale slather
dropped off, chucked out
waste-papery splatter
tossed on the breeze
at the playground's far end
scutting behind shops
too broken to mend
we are the forgotted
the discardboarded
The litterbin dead
rip, rend and shred,
lost souls gone astray
creeping out to play...
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