Folks
of Innsmouth
Trash Collector
Franklyn Searight
You sure would be surprised at all the stuff
We pick up here while making weekly rounds.
I curse the tons of scales we have to haul,
And all that seaweed heaped in rotting mounds.
We trash collectors have to hold our nose
'Cause odors here are worse than we would wish.
Why, just the other day I tipped a bin,
And out came reeking parts of crabs and fish.
These natives toss away the oddest things,
Like chewed up shoes and wallets opened wide.
But most grotesque of all, at least to me,
Are countless bones that can't be classified.
Copyright © 1997 Peter
A. Worthy
"Folks of
Innsmouth: Trash Collector" © 1997 by Franklyn Searight
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