HOW MUCH GARBAGE...
by Ludmyla Taran, 1994

How much garbage have I swept up?
How many floors have I washed?
Countless!
But the world isn't a better place for it.
Chaos draws near, chaos loves laziness and disarray
Among things and people, in the soul
Or in the brain.

Covetous chaos, zealous
And diligent, a servant,
Indentured for eternity.

But I restore order, I arrange my being
I repair my existence --
All in vain.

To no avail!
Every morning
Chaos hovers, like smoke.
Its dark paw at my throat...
Get, go away! -- I'm up
And soon I'll be after you..

tar9.doc 11/4/94