Our garbage is a big ecological issue, so this poem is a reminder that we have a lot of cleaning up to do on the planet. es
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Sacred Duty
Every morning at 4 amI am awakened by loud noisesOutside my window.It begins with the roar of a truck engine,The crunch of gravel under monster tiresThe truck bed rises with the hydraulicHum of a sacred hymnSacrificially raising a ton of garbage.This the prayer of a millionGarbage containersGoing down the unholy roadTo the landfill altarWhere the world’s wasteWill be offered to the gods.Out of sightOut of mind.
Tags: Garbage, Garbage dumps, Garbage trucks, Land fills