What causes this?
Arguably the greatest tragedy one can observe —
Amidst cigarettes, grog and gum sits a bouquet of
Freesias intertwined with blossoming buttercups which illuminate the murky can.
But why?
The scent of faeces now stains the bright bunch of flora,
As the once shining ribbon of gold takes on the foul sheen of the ramshackle can,
And now, I ponder how one can do this.
I ponder how you could do this —
To me.