| mongo mondo midday at midway, sun glares plastic trashed, beached, busted bottle caps, broken lighters, brittle shreds in feathered corpses heralded by the hula hoop & the frisbee, this funky plastic age spins out unplanned aftermath, ongoing agony mostly unseen, brilliant in the midst of daylight polestar shines on, guiding proper motion tortoise, albatross, crab & dolphin pod brace against onslaught: how long will it take the clan to learn? convenience not worth cancer’s long soft leak into lungs, brains, bellies distended, grotesque imitations of feeding hidden hunger can’t be satisfied by junk tossed after one use, to be carried by wind & waves into random access memory through online photographs into inhaled weather, ingesting hormone scrambling seafood trapped in massive ghost nets, angry flails are human, yet won’t get us out concerted cutting, strategic to the source, might avert our own disposal |
