Poetry Poem: Rummager By Author on June 2, 2016 • ( Leave a comment ) 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. Share this:TweetEmailShare on TumblrPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Categories: Poetry Tagged as: Rummager