Yesterdays news

Yesterday
the wind blew
the newspaper under the bench
headline news
dead people
like it was news and it only just
just now
just for the news-existed
where have you been hiding?
People dead-
people dying
people being killed
everyday,
moment,
second-
that you and I
live, breathe
someone dies-yesterday
the sun shone
and the bottle peeping through
the brown paper bag
glared right into my eye
and that man-
with his entire world stacked in the old
shopping trolley, with the wheel that got
stuck, picked it up
and drank from it,
right there for everyone to see
and then threw it down-
in disgust
with himself,
with the bottle-
it was empty-yesterday
I sat at the park, just watching
watching
designer label mums
walking with designer label prams-
with their designer label babies
eyeing off each other behind designer label glasses
all the while,
the babies crawled through the sand pit
and licked sandy fingers,
while their designer label mums
tried desperately to open the Huggies wipes container-yesterday
the wind blew
the newspaper under the bench
away,
no one cared
about the yesterdays news