Out of Life

A Poem for Post-Christmas Sales

Out of life

Yellow stickers

Still fresh in my mind

With trolleys tangled

To scrum for waste:

Yesterday’s dream dessert.

Yoghurt again

(Today its life expires)

Sits waiting the black sack

Or anxious hands

To save it

O happy aisle

With such treasure:

Poor as I am

Banks of food

Redeem me.

© Nick Shutt 2016.

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