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The
trees have shed their leaves now that winter reigns
and exposed in the dreary daylight
is all the debris left behind
by passing cars and lazy people to whom an open window
is an open invitation
to toss away trash without even blinking an eye
without thinking about the effects of their actions
like pulling back a curtain in a horror movie
we are shocked to see the piles of
Styrofoam cups, aluminum cans, plastic bags
laying beside the roadside
stark reminders of our lunches
our drunken binges
our drive-thru mentality
the thoughtlessness of our disposable society
exposed in a never ending mosaic of trash
imbedded in the landscape as if it were
a permanent part of it
garbage tossed out by the handfuls
by the ton with no hope of undoing
because no one can keep up with its daily deluge
this fountain of filth
and no one picks it up anyway
because America has grown soft and slothful
indolent in our duty to conserve and preserve
so there it stays as our legacy to our children,
our children's children
who will never know what once was
what the land looked like without
this ubiquitous taint of trash
oh where oh where is America the Beautiful
where is the land of the song
the land once blessed with beauty
the breath of it now blemished
diminished destroyed
by miles of plastic and acres of trash
from sea to shining sea.
© d.knape
March
3, 2015
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Upon A Line" - Light verse and poetry by d.knape
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