refuse

empty spaces  you make
shoving  to the side
behind doors in cupboards
drop   in a bag
people in bags
 old receipts 
labled yesterday
their bits in pieces
no need to shred 
passing people you know
who look the other way
if there is ever any need
in this life
to look the other way
question your soul
times..where there are  
no words to find
in death , in life
in your own misery
don't look away
and make another hole