Landfill by mark n schieldrop
See the pile of trash?see the spent, useless earwarmers thrown away,
the old bologna sandwich
the tired, worn shoes
the diapers stacked like bricks
it's the landfill in 1999.99999
only a thousand years ago it held a fire
and a pit
and twelve huts
love and hate, passion
and the secrecy of life bloomed
right here where this shopping cart rusts.
Ahh, but who cares?we need a place to put our waste
we can't do anything with disposable lighters
wrappers, tinfoil, plastic spoons and forks
once we've used them.
We need our plastic santas and
kool aid boxes
we need to prepackage produce
box cereal, half gallon milk.
we have lawns not
gardens -- farmers died out long ago
the whirring machines slicing distant earth
long saved us from dirty hands and
gave us palmolive
gave us silky smooth pantene salon style
hands skin lips hair deodorant smell.
give that up? For what?
Walking the piles of rubbish we see old brochuresfor cruise ships -- the sierra club
trying to save trees
hell, i've got a nice spruce in my front yard,
spread the little lights on it every December
the best on the block.
Damned if they cut that
doesn't matter over out there--trees don't matter there
hell, there's no lawns, no need to string lights
on those trees they just sit doing nothing
maybe animals, but hell, there's a lizard shop
next to Baskin Robbins down the road,
past the third light, on the left,
across from the palm reading hairdressers.
Get all the animals you need there,
they're clean and nice too -
Jesus, out wild they bite, got them weird diseases.
Bunch of environmental chicks in schoolline up emptying their trays with the rest of us,
maybe they eat yogurt and hummus, but hell the plastic bags
still fall from their hands topping the pile.
Copyright : (C)1996 Mark N Schieldrop (yakka@mailhost.net)
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