The Bins - The Indelicates

The bins have not been taken

And the foxes have been in

Our hearts, our hearts are breaking

For the lives that were within

The bottles in the bedding

The plastic in the hedge

The gnawed at bones of battery hens

Scattered round the edge

You don’t know how it once was

The days they burned and shone

In cut grass and in vinegar

As summers hurried on

You don’t know how the blood felt

Hard beneath the skin

But the bins have not been taken

And the foxes have been in

We

We shall have our vengeance

We

We Shall have our vengeance