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Blake’s world in a grain of sand 
This plastic bottle in my hand 
Welcome to the new Fantasy Island
Of plastic trash, a brave new land

This tropical island, it's perfect for me 
Plastic parts and baggies floating on the sea
Maybe melt it down and build homes for the needy 
or a giant vacation raft for the greedy

With helipads, private yacht docks
Big towering plastic wave blocks,
Rubber beach, water bottle boardwalk
Plastic vat-grown flesh of real livestock

The morality of the cancer cell 
Substrate feeders, eating pell-mell
The world’s becoming a garbage pail
No thought to the inevitable

And climate change serves their agenda well 
Because the human contribution’s debatable 
While they discuss warming, the cartel’s
Strip malls and subdivisions continue to swell  

Doomed is the animal that craps its nest
Any intelligent species should be distressed
A problem that’s not yet addressed
I’m not so sure we’ll pass the test

History will certainly not treat us kind
The obvious answer is easy to find
We have turned a greedy eye blind
To the inevitable impact of short-term design

Of wild spaces, said Edward Abbey 
The world, and humankind’s necessity
Without wild spaces, wild humans can’t be
Which serves the moral absentees

However, it does seem to me
Abbey missed one fact that’s key
There will always be crazies like me
Who’d burn it down to set it free 

4/9/16

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