Stewardship

Not keen on this kind of “poetry” but this thing “needing to be said” festered and threatened to run away if I didn’t nail it down.

Stewardship

Delivered by truck
Burning fossil fuel.
Packaged in cardboard
We cannot reuse.
Protected by pillows
Unfit for sleep.
Insulated by peanuts
We cannot eat.
Wrapped in plastic
We throw away.

There’s no deposit.
And no return.
It doesn’t matter.
It’s not my concern.

After we destroy her,
She will destroy us.
It’s clear.

Mother Earth –
Recycles.

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© spwilcenski 2021

spwilcenwrites 2/17/ 2021 “Two Day Rule – February 18, 2021”