Scavenger

People bring too
many bags with 
all filled with 
things designed to 
pull and tear
and rip apart 
piece by piece 
parts of me
eyeing them quickly 
looking for value 
then chucking them 
aside without care
hey I need 
that and on
they go from 
top to bottom 
scraping me like 
I’m a tin
of cold beans 
no no more 
scavengers calling themselves 
lovers when they’re 
really only after 
what is salvageable 
not what’s left