Forgotten
Limp on the floor
In a clean white plastic bag
A piece of bread
Enveloping a paper thin lettuce
And a slice of meat
In a warm hug
"Rubbish", they say
Yet unhesiatantly walk past it
Not daring to reach out a hand
To pick it up and put it
In the trash where they think
It belongs
And on the floor
The sandwich dreams
Of being eaten again
To be enjoyed by someone
To end someone's hunger
Another walks by
Glances at the sandwich
A fleeting look
And he's gone
And slowly
The sandwich gets its wish
Mushroom spores nibble
Delicately at the bread
Little parasites latch themselves
Onto the meat, devouring ferociously
And a white slug crawls in
Seeking shelter from the sun
And basks on the lettuce
Teeth grinding it to bits
Then
The sandwich is gone
And the white plastic bag
No longer weighed down by
Its burden
Dances in the wind
A song of fare well to the once
Sandwich
But now no longer
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
