Untitled VI. 

It is rank and it is forgotten;
A decaying channel of refuse,
Topped with scum, foul, vile
Like a trio’s bad brew, adorned
With dumped possesions; trash
In mounds & heaps, discarded
By brazen rats, ‘side long-dead fish
That float on by pale plastics,
Rotting by a fox corpse, slumped
Snout-down, silently-still beside 
Semi-sunk sandbags & seldom seen
Signs of societal cessation.