Six Feet Down
An orange wrapper, discarded on line two-
Lying on its own, beside a leather brogue.
The brogue is on its way to the Bund.
It’s healthy sheen
Reflects the world around:
A tissue, by a trainer
By a Gucci bag, that’s by the door.
A tired out working boot,
Steel toe breaking through its skin
Barely containing the reek within,
Skulks to one side.
Whilst a Jimmy Choo stands tall
besides a wriggling fur lined Thomas boot.
Ahhh! These are the shoes in which we live.