Bits of Plastic
she lived in a very big house
condemned, by the common air of
dirty tricks and dusty sunshine
by the moon of arms, arms stretched
over her head
over the moon, little moon over there
she went wondering away,
wondering of things and small plastic
bits
left everywhere, by children and men
and dragged by creatures,
through
the dark air
she was a well of things, and little bits of seconds
in the dark air
but there was
a place
somewhere, somewhere there,
something to be found, in the reflection
of the dark light air
and water
and something to be drown
in the wet muddy sand and air
of dirty tricks oh the used cars
trading and dealing of dust and artificial
things
bits of plastic, being sold
to all for everything, every
human need
the dirty tricks of people
who lost their souls in the hands of their fathers
children raised to want
the bits of plastic,
everywhere
she went but she stayed
there
the muddy sand
lives, it stays
at the bottom of that well
of bits of plastic, of little people made
for plastic, everywhere
she wonders,
but, she does not care
to save her sanity, she does not dare
the muddy air, the dusty sun, and dusty air
the bits of plastic
everywhere
she went and stayed
taking the bits of plastic,
and the souls
of those who do not dare
engraved in plastic she will last
in the plastic well
and only as it burns
it can be made to dare
of the soul of men made for plastic
little bits
everywhere
Copyright © Ula Douglass | Year Posted 2022
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