Poem: Rummager
By: Angelica Fuse
He moves, travels
through his own
world of cast off
goods
Some would
say he has wings
on his back,
a guardian angel
sent here to test
our faith
in humanity
I just say he
smells like piss.
By: Angelica Fuse
He moves, travels
through his own
world of cast off
goods
Some would
say he has wings
on his back,
a guardian angel
sent here to test
our faith
in humanity
I just say he
smells like piss.
