Sad I Ams I am

the battery in which no charge is left

I am
the starter motor which remains inert
the ring
from an empty Cola can the tyre on which the tread is worn
the scrapings the sparking plug which shows no sign
from an unwashed porridge pan of spark
the severed arm
the carburettor choked by bits and dirt
of last years Action Man.
the chromium trim from which the
I am shine has gone.
the envelope
on which the gum is gone
I am
the Sellotape
where you cant find the end a garden
the toothless stapler, springless bulldog clip overgrown with weeds
the dried up liquid paper a library book
that mars instead of mends
that no one ever reads
the stamped addressed reply
that you forgot a stray
to send. which no one thinks to feed
the piece of good advice
which no one seems to need.