Impure

Filth…
The gown that trails behind her feet.
As she walks, through the bushes; clean and neat.
She tints the pearls on the paths, the warning birds tweet.
The city awakes, windows open… Oh here comes the fleet.
The aerodrones circle around her like a thief.

It’s so unfair… This is so unfair!
Say the cleaners as to the bins her filth they clear.
Our backs ache all night and now we live in fear.
We have no wives to soothe our bones to bring cheer..
Yet she trashes our works like we are slaves.

She passes the city and leaves the mouths behind.
And slowly she walks towards the river,
To deep her feet and wash off the filth.
She is an impure gem crossing through the streets.
Yet later she will return…
To collect all that burden their hearts..