Food waste

Conveyed on a belt past the window dark

all the dinners I'll never know

the scraps you toss when you eat alone

how sweet to see them rolling by

my downturned mouth in the blackened square

the street becomes a grocery store

the cashier slightly out of sight

holding court in the neighbor's yard

my rotting goods on super sale

The cabbage, the lemons, the hardened fat

all going to a better home

purchased by a wailing ghost

to keep me safe within my place

behind the glass, the rattling door

Oh thank you let me waste no more

No more I swear, no more this time