This question, and the glorious mental image that comes with it, comes from Lucas.
You’ll hear, on Thursday morning
The magic lorry coming
Along the street at sunrise,
Its great big engine humming.
The magic bin collectors
Or so the stories say,
Jump down and get your rubbish
And take it all away
They travel with the sunrise
Forever heading west
The lorry rides upon the dawn
To chase what it likes best
All of the stuff we throw away
Recycling and landfill.
To get around the world so fast
The workers have their hands full.
The kachara in Fiji,
The gomi in Japan.
In China it’s the lésé
Musor in Kazakhstan
The qamama in Egypt
The afval, müll, ordures
(They go all over Europe)
They do! It’s true! I’m sure!
At last, in the Atlantic,
The lorry makes a splash
And when it hits the USA
They go take out the trash.
And if you get up early
Upon a Thursday morn
You’ll see that magic lorry
A-riding on the dawn.
Tom Juniper Poetry 