When dunny cart
of death
pulls up outside
to collect
your lifetime of crap,
it’s stinking load assaulting your olfactory,
will you cry?
‘Not yet,
not ready,
still sitting
on throne
reading Sunday Times.
I’ve seeds to sow,
crops to reap,
a thousand trivial tasks to terminate,
a lifetime’s work awaits.’
But seasoned sitters know,
whether on highway
or
by way
or
doorstep,
the dunny cart always has right of way.
Footnote;
Dunny = Australian slang for toilet.
The dunny cart, if you haven’t guessed, is the night soil cart that used to come to unsewered area of our city, about 50 years ago, in the early hours of the morning.
I wrote this about 6:15am after I heard the garbage truck in the distance and it must have triggered some vague memory.
About 12457adlib
I'm a Chaplain at Townsville's hospitals and also teach Calm Abiding Meditation to any one who's interested.
I have facilitated Calm Abiding Meditation for soldiers with post traumatic stress disorder and find this an amazing experience.
I work part time as an usher at Townsville's Civic Theatre and get to see some great plays and musicals, as well as some not so great, school speech nights!
(Unbelievably, this theatre has the highest seat occupancy rate of any theatre in Australia.)
I also work as an invigilator at the local Uni. (bet that's got you looking for your dictionaries!)
A group of writers ('My Crazy Artist Friends') gives me live fed back on my poems.
They are the survivors of Writers in Townsville Society (WITS) of which I was president /secretary for over ten years.
I enjoy writing poetry and am grateful to my grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Grimmer for coaxing the dead poets off the page and into the class room.
Hope you enjoy reading my work.
Stay happy, keep reading,
Phil Heang.
poetrytownsville 
Love your poetry, Phil. I only wish your readers could hear you perform it.