Squalor
It starts with shrugging, "I don't care,"
diversions, loss, thoughts unaware,
discarded ashes, cigarettes,
the wrappers, cans, unread leaflets,
a wad of gum, some drops of oil,
or battered glass, the crumpled foil,
a politician's promise broke,
a siren, crime, commercial smoke.
Then cracks appear in weak concrete
as potholes pox a stricken street.
Foundations lapse from disrepair
behind the streetlight that's not there
where shadows crawl across the waste
within this city made of haste.
Squalor © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: October 3, 2021