A Mercedes Hubcap - Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Cistern and sieve emerge like changelings
In the disenfranchised wastes of rubbishdom
A Mercedes hubcap shelters from the rain
A tyre curls up with a toilet seat
Here, is a holding bay of rejects
Lacking legitimate purpose
Of no fixed abode.
A red umbrella rests on a greasy mattress
A mildewed orange splits its tangy sides
Two bike wheels lie divorced, their assets stripped.
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