Bag (a revision) by DjWhite

When it's done,

all that's left is what

I've carried


I'm an over looked

forgotten brown


oh  selfish  hedonist

you need me


and will find me

somewhere

Krogers

a State Store

hidden
at the end of check-out lines

smooth and flat.



My progenitors have been

gone for hundreds of years,

but, I'm still here

wasteful  wasted

dead as they are

dead as you


You won't remember me
and don't want too

So, cruel

your lessons learned,

narcissistic madness


such bankrupt morality
unfolds

my creases looking

for God

yet you


stuff the Y
of my thighs

with fifths of  E & J

or sweaty cans of  211s

then leave
parts of me


under a Canal street bridge

tenting

men in the middle of winter

or

emptied

crumbled

flapped up

against a neighbor's fence.