Trash DiggersA Poem by AustinDFTrash diggers are interesting creatures.
They’re powerful and unforgiving. They never smile and never forget. They have a code; glory is beautiful, rich is
in gold.
They dig through trash like ants in a mound,
but trash piles up and they never get through.
They tinker with trash, enjoy for the moment,
but it’s never enough to keep them satisfied.
They remember its form and cast it aside like
all the trash that came before.
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It was a rainy day when an eagle swooped down
and picked up a trash digger.
The digger squealed and the eagle squawked.
It released the digger and flew away, confused
as to why a lowly creature would protest such great heights.
The digger fell through the sky and landed in
the heap with a CLICKIDY CLANK!
“Painful but worth it” the digger declared.
“Worth it?” I wondered and asked.
He looked and shrugged, smiled and said, “What
can I say? I love trash.” © 2017 AustinDF |
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