WARNING -- This poetry may incense and inspire. Attacking religion, science, and conventional views on reality.
WASTE
by Park Teter
The Gulf, how apt the name
Of the landfill where we dropped off
Our children.
When they finish their game
We'll launder the stains
With degradable soap,
Recycle their toys,
Sort the organic leftovers into bags
To bring home for compost,
And bury our memories,
Like toxic wastes,
In leakproof oil drums.
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