Saturday, 16 January 2010

A hand removing excess skin,
Peeling at the layers,
Ripping at the callous skin I've been in.

Tin can ribbed and oxidised
Melting ice in solid glass
Discarded chopsticks, books in a mass;

A dusty machine spotted with dirt
Playdough, and a dirty shirt
A broken sock - a peeping toe;

All this today I had to throw,
Order, pack and clear,
Put in a box, make disappear.

I threw most of my life away-
Yet today I discovered
That it was barely worth much, anyway.