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