As I pondered by the window seat
I saw three birds foraging to eat
Hopping and fluttering against the gray earth
That man has built to keep out dearth
The three birds flew toward the leaves
Of rubber wires on man-made trees.
Trees that channel not from the sun
But from the heat of coal and sweat of man
As they perched atop, they looked below
And saw nothing worthwhile on the gray meadow
They left for the blue where no man is
For only there can there be bliss
The engine roared and the backseat shook
The scenery flashed; the bus had moved
Two hours along the expressway
Four things to note, one thing to say
Grazing cows pale and thin
Brown pastures smeared with green
Storks flocking on sprinkled marshes
Patches of trees in forests of houses
At last we reached our destination:
The landfill - the sacrifice of man's progression
Where the dirt that was barred from his society
Works yet to fix his broken history
I stepped out and marveled at this great spectacle
Faced the killer of mankind's sentinels
I beheld not a wasteland but a land of waste
Cloistered by mountains dying in haste
Ineffable malodor pervaded the hot wind
As it blew in bursts on this naked trash bin
Alone a dozer masking shame with earth
Piling layers upon layers of trash beneath dearth
Then I returned to the bus for I finally see
The amassed neglects on this brown sea
I sat again by the window seat
And returned to the gray of human feat.
