Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Dust

We are the dust beneath your feet
Hush, your kind isn't wanted here
Don't look up, don't look them in the eye
Unless you want another bruise

We are the dust beneath your feet
We are trodden upon by heavy souls
Heavy and empty and cold

We are swept into the corner
               Under the rug
Get it out of sight
               Pretend it isn't there

You will become the dust someday
How dare you call yourselves the elite
We sit and watch your slow decay
Ashes to ashes, and to the dust
              Like us.



Alison Day
1995