The clash of cans

And thrum of tins

Sound a descant above the

Repeated caterwaul

As The Beast backs shrilly up.

Amid chimes of shattered glass,

Chorussing clatters and clunks

And crashing clangs,

The Hi-Viz march their tune

On percussive, booted feet.

With raucous riot and rumbling roar,

The Beast feeds, mewling her song.

It’s Tuesday’s tempo

Once again;

Her recycled Symphony of Waste