Empty
by Rance del Rosario
empty as a bin
deep in a shallow tin
a slightest nudge brings
echoes to the rim
traces of the trash
marks left wouldn’t pass
decorated with a glaze
but inside is a maze
deceiving case of filthy plenty
overwhelming spilling dirty
garbage endlessly unloaded
stink been lid-covered
constantly a boastful scrap
to a distance pitching junks
fell upon by own debris
shy away until steady
braced along a mighty steel
punctured to a wall and sealed
fragile immobility
rubbish-full though empty
