by joetwo

Picking through detritus

The left-over waste of a society

Searching for little pieces of treasure

Things that can be used , sold on

The scavengers make their rounds


Looked down on by a society

Who never the less provide them with sustenance

 They are on the margins

Providing a useful function

Finding that which can be reclaimed


Isolated in their wandering

Stopping only for seconds at a time

Inspecting some new find

And then on to the next place

The scavengers make their rounds