NSEW_

despair in the thrown arms makes the body

a dirty plastic bag waiting for a wind

weighted by its chemical toxicity

clap clap clap

in the slightest breeze

end over end

in turbulence of steady traffic almost as if

plastic was now magnetic and points

where the careless are

N is Nowhere

S is Somewhere

The League sing about the streets. The lady has a life in full plastic bags. arms full

E is for Eden

W is for What we did to it