Scavenger Love Poem by Job Ombati

SCAVENGER LOVE
Man scavenger.
Bird scavanger.
Animal scavanger.
All digging for gold in other men's old wellsprings.
One resolve.
One drive.
One love.
One mind.
One hatred.

Man scavanger sees the bottle and what is inside.
And bird scavanger sees it.
And there's no hate.
Man scavanger sees the can and what's inside.
And bird scavanger sees it.
And there's murder in their eyes.
They circle one another.
Sizing the other.

All on one gold mine.
Checking with hands.
Checking with mouth.
Checking with beak.
Effluvium notwithstanding.
All - creatures of God.
Mistake not to be in the bus or in the zoo.

Both shivering in the cold July drizzle.
And in their dirty trench coats.
And sweltering in the bounteous sun.
All hoping for a better mood in their benefactors.
Each retiring for the night.
And wake up to renew their love-hate.
Under the same grumpy sky and insane sun.