Environ Mental

We empty trash bins as we plug into our compact dumpsters;
Noise, interference, swarms over my eyes and ears,
Women dance for our senses over pools of cents,
The acid rain floods our former friends in our hate,
The community’s landfills grow and infringe on our families,
Brown, white, and red cirrus clouds blow in the wind above,
Consuming lovely trees and faithful fish; each keeping hope that
Not all paper, glass, and metal will be thrown into the final Pit.
Listen closely, the moans of garbage men arise,
Someday they will picket and away we’ll fly.