Alone In The Landfill

This world is a cemetery
Often I visit my plot
And listen to the winds ripe with trichloroethylene
This stagnant air
Sometimes it speaks to me
Tells me of damnation
Rightly just and on the horizon

Knee-deep in a concentrated stockpile of manufactured scraps foretelling human downfall
Grisly
Obscene
Toxic
Motherfucking desert

Sifting through the ghosts of human consumerism
I find myself searching for body parts to add to my collection
A hand
A finger
A leg
A head
The dead sometimes reside alone at the landfill

This is forever
Time now an enemy
Humans are forever failures

The children wade in the leachate
Diseases - man made and carried on through the DNA
Of our future to which we're slaves

The world as a trash heap where we bury the past
We try not to ponder the fact that our detestable actions will forever last
Ethylene dibromide, methane and carbon dioxide
Slowly dissolving human body parts reside in the excess

Knee-deep in a never ending stockpile of manufactured trash reminiscing human existence

Among the fermenting stench is the fallout of humanity
A virulent force of passive destruction
Harbinger of perdition, herald to pandemonium
In our own contamination we are forced to drown

Hideous
Shameless
Toxicant
Goddamned desolate