The scavenger women
Going
With
The carrier
Of
Human excreta
Sweating and going,
Going and sweating,
Resting under,
Under the tree,
The shade of it
During the summer time
When as a child
I used to,
Used to see
Coming, going
And passing through
And the stench, foul
Taking it all,
The carriers, containers
On the carts, wheels,
Dragged, pulled
Or pushed
Or on the head
They taking,
Taking them away
To dump,
Dump
Into the garbage heap,
Excreta,
Human excreta.
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