The bin stood by the corner
Of the street
A diving line between
Those above and the others beneath
The faces here wore hunger
Dresses tattered
And the people tired.

A closer look unveiled
Exotics of paper bags, wine bottles
Juice packs, fast food packs
Still hunger wore his diadem of penury
On the faces of people
Whose tummies glued
To their fragile spines.

Children loitered here
Scavenging from the refuse lot
Half clad and unkempt
Like mad men in a herbal home
Flies buzz and hovered over
Everything that had a putrid touch
And this is where the dregs
Of humans settle.