Human Garbage.
I saw a woman lying there, just lying on the ground,
as if she'd simply gone to sleep in a comfy place she'd found
except the place was white with snow, her bed was hard and gray
and the blankets that now covered her bore news of yesterday
And the silent stars looked down on her to bid a fond goodnight
to this, their child, now fast asleep, so still, and cold, and white
and people were just walking past as if she wasn't there;
perhaps they they hadn't noticed her perhaps they didn't care.
I wondered where she came from and what her name had been
what tales she might have told us of the many things she'd seen.
Just one more of life's tragedies, a silent bitter end
for someone who perhaps had been a mother, or a friend.
Were there none to mourn her?I wondered as I stood
and offered up a little prayer -I thought that someone should -
for soon she would be carried off, examined and cremated
like so much that is tossed aside, her value underrated.