The Waste Baskets Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Waste Baskets

In me all the discarded substances in the waste baskets,
All the solid waste dirty composts, not discounting the liquid deodorants, repulsive scents,
A gargantuan, terranium, hibernating body machine,

Residing a living vessels, bacterium,
The rain and storm may contain nature,

But lusts, greed, life, purpose and poetry cannot contained me.

I walked the holy sainted demon encrusted body of fire and ice,

Rizonne and the vines to survive.
Uniqueness in substances descarded on the wates baskets