congratulations! you’ve scavenged out
this piece of poem from the dustbin
that is the words i left behind – so
much garbage of other kinds gone to
waste, but this – the words – can be
preserved at least –
a strange thing to ponder in times
ahead, when people live such different
lives, that this no more makes sense –
and yet i write – and scatter traces
of my living everywhere i can to be
devoured and discarded by the coming
time and the people living therein –
here you go: a scrap of my mind –