Trash Day

A sad Quatrain

Trash Day

In the electric room in Melancholia Europe

Alone in the dark an old man sits stark naked

To be born alive this time is what it takes

When reality knocks at a door that is not there

Mushrooms have it spongy easy quiet

Damp soil is all they require

You have no walls, floors or ceilings

When old men are set in their place

Do not be afraid of him in his innocence

Europe is a far away place with trash bags

To take him out in morning

Plenty of space remains for fungal growth

Author's Note

Naked