View From A Bus Window (2) Poem by Sheena Blackhall

This is the bus tour crossing the border
Passing the trash of crass disorder
Carrier bags in the rowan trees
Snagged on wires by a sturdy breeze
Yoghurt cartons amongst the whins
Has nobody heard of wheelie bins?
Tins from a picnic, rambler's treat
Grease from a barbecue's surplus meat
Cigarette packs where the violets grow
Syringes dumped where the harebells blow
Toilet roll, tin foil, glass, dog poo
Hung on branches where deer walk through
Wet wipes, cotton buds, nappy sacks
Pizza boxes and chocolate wraps
Man's mark everywhere, blot and stain
Rotting, soggy in sun and rain