Crude and nasty
busted old machines
on rusting heaps lay
crap fated to toil in the trash
squirming and mixing
Junk sounds like shite
like a nasty itchy rash
or the stuff that is
injected into clotted veins
Junk invisible juice
that stains
Junk not a country not a place
Feel that earthquake
beneath your feet
from bodies turning
in the ground
protesting from their
restless graves
Junk
sounds like a conspiracy
from smoking areas
Junk sounds like slander
Sounds like we’re finished
sounds like fear.
Junk a modern word
that has yet to be defined
Every ruler has her slaves
Put in their place with vicious words
like Junk.