Noises

The motorbike moves with a rolling thud,

Across the municipal garbage dump.

Where the cows graze and moo,

Eating peels, plastic, a discarded shoe.

A truck with heavy bearing,

Then cars, horns blaring.

Even a bicycle is shrill.

Ting-a-lingle goes its bell.

Pigeons scamper on a Tin roof.

Squirrels chatter gay and aloof.

In all of this numbing noise,

It's hard to hear my own voice.