Garbage Day

Garbage

Garbage Day

Bags piled high along the narrow walks

Sandbags in the wars of refuse

Black plastic creatures devoid of life

Their only mission to hide

What’s inside and what’s behind

Nondescript, their commonality mysterious

Mostly just run of the mill trash

Cereal boxes, coffee grounds, paper mache

The trappings of a birthday party passed

Scraps of food, envelopes, the empty tin

Musty smells trapped by ancient attics

Tossed away so nonchalantly

Riding shotgun on relics without pedigree

Selective avoidance on the evening stroll

Nothing to see, move along

Most agree and fail to see

The shapes inside crying for freedom

It is wood most certain, maybe wrapped in a curtain

Waste is rarely square

Dented, lumpy, often round, but pliable

I see a handle, long and worn

It’s length wears a turtleneck of gathered plastic

A necktie of twine, or some cord

Beyond the bunker is another and another

Emplacements build upon nothingness

Tomorrow I’ll wake to find them gone

What skirmishes were worthy?

Did one street score a victory or loss?

Who rallied the troops?

On garbage day…

Sandbags

A pile of garbage bags resembles a pile of sandbags – when imagery presents itself, the writer has no choice but to spin it into a tale.

 

 

R J Schwartz
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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

4 thoughts on “Garbage Day

  • May 20, 2016 at 3:17 AM
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    Great work Ralph, yes we all tend to disregard the refuse when it is removed in timely fashion, as if it never was. It is our waste that defines us as consumers and our disregard for our planet and the realities of humanity. Saw a great movie called ‘High-rise’, a metaphor for class and struggle, where an expensive high-rise is left to rack and ruin, becoming a ghetto with garbage everywhere, having become cut off from the world, yet displaying what the world is. This reminded me of it. Excellent.

  • May 20, 2016 at 11:14 AM
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    We sure could do a lot more recycling – amazing things have been made from stuff people throw away. Very strong message behind your work here, Ralph. Well done, indeed.

  • May 21, 2016 at 4:48 PM
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    A well spun tale indeed Ralph of the simple but useful characteristics of black plastic bags piled high awaiting there fate of the garbage truck man. Recycling is the key for reusable items that should not be included in the trash. Will we ever truly learn good habits☺

  • May 23, 2016 at 10:22 PM
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    Excellent piece. I visited Mexico City’s dump once to bring clean water to some the estimated 100 thousand people. The few huts I went to had wood floors and windows. My what we toss without thought.

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