a day in the life of a scavenger

a poem from the perspective of someone looking for things several years after the end of the world.

Another day in the ruins

of former marvels

that at the time seemed 

so everyday

I scavenge for what i can

and keep an eye out for

hunters and prey

All the good stuffs taken

it seemed limitless

apparently not

So I head out

not sure where i'll go

at least there's no traffic.