The Sweepers

They rise early, They sleep late,
They watch with pale eyes:
Styrofoam, plastics, bottles,
tossed loosely into the streets,
like chum, like bait, like
careless lies in a church,
(insulting Their own divinity)
They go unnoticed by some,
sweeping, retrieving, lords of
trash, kings of clean, They go noticed
by some, some real assholes,
rash and rude, who see Them sweeping
and toss something –
a little flake of themselves –
to the ground.

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