while waiting at a busy intersection
a young man shrieked and pointed
at a dumpster across the street with
two legs flailing limply from its top
all bystanders turned their attention
and gawked as a person slowly emerged
with but a few empty cans and a morsel
the crosswalk signal swiftly changed and
more pressing matters jumped to the fore
letting the young man finish his thought
about a genocide all the way over there