The air smells [stinks] of after Christmas
Decaying prawn shells and mouldy turkey breast
Ham rotting under the sun and a shower of rain
Stale bread, fruit-fly salad quietly abuzz from Jane
Extended families have gone back home to the west
Street-sleepers braseros have extinguished
This long joyous exuberant feast has just finished
Empty bottles of intoxication emptied in the garbo truck
Rubbish piles more than thrice as much the usual muck
Soiled crackers bonbons wrappers and a little useless yuck
The awful jokes that made us smile
As we placed the crown jagged style
Thin paper on our light-headed head
Now make us feel sick and morose
Life hangs only by a thinning thread
Fading petal of a whitish failing rose
Falling in the stinking mud of after Christmas