Recycled by David Chorlton

Bottles are all equal here, whether they contained

the Haut Brion from eighty-nine

or something cheap to swallow quickly

for the buzz. A written declaration of love

means no more than a shopping list,

and science fiction is a match for the complete

works of Shakespeare. Once the caviar is gone

the can is no better than the one opened up

to feed a stray cat. There it all goes

with the pop of a cork, a sigh, a purr

a kingdom for a horse, before it returns

newly labeled with a twist

in the plot that brings the dead back to life.
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David Chorlton, Arizona, USA