Sanitize leftovers, place me in bins.
Ripening refuse may travel beyond
Sirens in mourning. The harrowing din
Stresses the senses; the engines respond—
Salvaging trinkets—emitting the sound
Rescues create. The remainder is bagged,
Shipped in containers and sold by the pound.
Cauterize wounds with the garbage we dragged
Out of our houses and into the seas;
Choking the poison with sanitized piles.
Vomited litter: the corpses of trees
Join with the rancid, to form a new isle.
“Ms. Crowley has long hair, a ruddy outdoor complexion, and a sincere manner. She wants to sail west in the next month or two, out to what is called the North Pacific Trash Gyre. Her goal is to start cleaning up the plastic trash that has leaped into social consciousness over the past couple of years. ”
– Paul Van Slambrouck, The Christian Science Monitor, May 10, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/Environment/2010/0510/A-passion-to-clean-up-the-Pacific-Ocean-s-great-garbage-patch
“Engineers are examining whether they can close a failed blowout preventer by stuffing it with trash, said Adm. Thad Allen, the commandant of the Coast Guard.”
– CNN Wire Staff, May 9, 2010 11:06 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/05/09/gulf.oil/?hpt=T2?hpt=C1
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2 comments:
LOL VERY GOOD :)
This is so beautiful.
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