Each second Monday the Council collects Green Waste
from our bins in the back lane.
I rarely remember which week is the one,
and my Waste’s mostly cockroach brown
or the grey of dead twigs, so I quickly add – to
encourage them –
a layer of soft weeds, still fresh.
Green, yes, but waste? Can I trust this cost-cutting
Council
to aim its dump truck at a compost heap?
I want my wealth to feed new green, and not
the black waste of oil, the red waste of war.
