Corinne Watt


Operation Clean Up - Poem by Corinne Watt

A bright, but early hour.
The roads are still empty,
With only a platoon of pigeons to guard our streets.
Before even the bin lorry dwindles whining and chomping,
About the endless pollution and garbage in this town.
Silently slides by
A lone police car in a determined direction.
Another passes indicating elsewhere.
And more still yet appearing
Seeking and searching for their known pollution
To cleanse our streets from without us seeing
Then, slicing the sky
Descending and discerning comes the ‘copter
And they are all looking
To suck this dirt into their cars
Off our streets and brush the signs away.
The bin lorry dwindles and whines
And prepared to chomp its way through this town.
Hot on its heels, the little orange truck
Light on head silently flashing,
Brushing the street clean, effective and earnest
ridding the town of more garbage that the police did.
And me watching all this time
As I walk to work, raincoat and notebook on hand
Like Colombo on a case,
Picking up stray words from the gutter.

Topic(s) of this poem: crime


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 20, 2017



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