A Walkman's Silent Casualties MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   The little red light on my walkman fades.

REM's sound dwindles to a blur until it stops altogether.


another life has passed -

my Energizers have deceased.

I stand above my metal garbage pail

with my fallen soldiers


as two loud bangs echo in the rubbish pail -

the power units clash with the trash.

My batteries have joined the ranks

with candy wrappers and other nonbiodegradable waste.

But where do they go?

Do they venture

to Eveready Heaven or Duracell Hell?

Or do my atheistic double A's cease to exist

just like Dexy's Midnight Runners or His Boy Elroy,

Walkman fodder -

vanished off the face of the Earth

I wish so greatly to bring back the life

but all they say is

"Do Not Recharge"

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abbyb said...
on Jan. 19 2011 at 11:28 am
This poem is.... unique. It presents a.... diffent way of looking at things. From a trash can. I would have never decided to take the risk of writing a poem about what... life something takes of after you throw it in the trash can. INTERESTING.


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