Reflections

Reflecting from the broken bottles
You can see my face
I am not myself, you see
I am another being

In the muddy waters of the lake
You can see my hand
For I am the ripples
The garbage that dies from poison

The city seems to dance with life
You can see the death in my shoes
I am the world you view
A world where the trash and grasses glue together

A child's collage of glitter and paper
The handprints on my feet
The clouds turn into bulls that charge
Ground vanishes in time