The tattered bags off flapping in the trees
now blown about by the heavy angry breeze
once accidents recycled as prayer flags
of Himalayan heights. The plastic bags
a sign of apathy and crude devotion
to the shopping mall and constant motion
cry out against veneer and wax of ardent
environmental words which make no dent
on our morass of sin: the love of stuff.
The sweet recycled ads of "nat'ral" fluff
become an useless witness when we're faced
along the road with mindless careless waste:
Old butts flung to the ground, and soda cups
in the bushes ... what a mess to clean up!