Dumped
At the city dump discarded parts of the once needed
will forever speak to our lack of self-awareness
A turned over land is built on artifacts
the future will have no name for
Plastic trees will thrive between disposable bones
We will be put away beneath our own food mountains
The land will-fill it will remember nothing gotten
or worshiped at that sacred site we once knew as Walmart
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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