They start off nicely wrapped and taped
stamped with fresh ink;
destination marked in black biro.
Some are dropped from the van
others get crushed
as they leave the sorting office.
Scuffed on the floor
kicked and dented as their tape unravels;
lying in a pool of rainwater.
Some don’t reach their destination
and countless are lost in transit.
The parcel that arrives at the end of its journey
branded with battle scars.
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