dumpster man

O' man in the dumpster
at Five AM.
O' man in the dumpster,
banging
bottles and cans.
Crushing cans
underfoot,
crumpling bottles
and
ruffling the bag where
they are kept.
O' man of the dumpster
at Five AM,
the music you make,
the sounds you command,
the crack of glass
upon
glass,
this man at Five AM.
The stick you carry to sort
through the shit before the
sun decides to rise.
The bare hands, the torn knuckles,
the rabid approach to a destiny
all your own.
O' dumpster man
with a bag full of cans,
why don't you come back
at eight
when I'm not trying to sleep
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