When as a schoolboy
I used to meet
The scavenger women
On the short red-soiled way
Going through the garbage heap
Going to dump the cans of human excreta
Set over the wheelbarrows
Dragged and pushed and drawn by them
The scavenger women
And I as a boy used
To pass by speedily
Avoiding the foul smell and the green flies
Hovering around
But they going to throw it out,
Unload the dirt and soil to dump it
Into the heap.
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