Poem # 9 for NaPoWriMo -
Thanks for the pic of the Waste Collection System that made for an extremely strange poetry prompt, James Hart.
Space Shit
Written 04.11.2022
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Baggage doesn't just disappear.
Garbage will never evaporate.
Instead, it piles up...
year after year.
And always more
than we anticipate.
Out of sight,
out of mind.
But empty heads
don't erase existence -
This is the plight
of our time,
and bleeding hearts
need some assistance.
Find a way to let go;
Surrender our reliance
on convenience and machines.
Our choices are low...
and beyond one's means.
As much as you dream
of letting all you don't need
into orbit,
here's the gaunt truth -
It's a futile scheme
based on humanly greed.
That space shit?
Will come back to haunt you.