Ephemera, Etcetera — a poem

Photo: cc-by-sa/2.0 — © Albert Bridge — geograph.org.uk/p/4172758

There is a man lying not-dead dead

On the bridge, as if it matters

Police in attendance

Rubber-necked barely bother to twist

There is a teenager pushing a supermarket trolley

Over a precipice into shrubs

To assess what is the point

Would be a waste of everyone’s time

Another bloke takes a piss

Beside a municipal dustbin

A lady screams at an aloof seagull

In something like Esperanto

So here it is, another day, hooray

Another bloody day