Garbage Is Always On A One Way Street Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Garbage and clutter are always,
Going on a one way street for
Once they turn back everything goes,
Into a tangle that nobody can,
Untangle even with scissors in
Their hands. It goes into a truck
And goes to the pit, and then the
Dump never to return where it came
From.

The expense of keeping it going to
Its final place lies on all the shoulders,
Of the world from where it came from
And the stops it gives itself and then
The final ride to the burial place.

The story is the same for all that lurks,
In places which are temporary and sad
For the human baggage you carry on you,
That should have long left yet lingers
In stops that have you tripping as you
Walk for the truth about shedding it
Remains a mystery you alone can solve.