O lid of clang & wheels of clatter,
O collector of rubbish & swill, O Holy Mother
of great pickings, of dreck & slop: Hear our prayer.
O saint of litter & scrap, protect us
from the banana peel, the Styrofoam chunk,
from all that defies reduce/reuse/recycle.
O divine casting off, O sacred decay!
Hallelujah to the Hefty Ultra-Flex 33 Gallon,
the drawstring, the twist-tie.
You hold dear everything
everyone never wanted or wanted once,
a sack or a heap tossed & tumbled.
Praise to those who dive into the belly
of your dump — the urban foragers, the hungry,
scraping a meal of crust & bone.
Consecrate them, O Queen of rubble
robed in graffiti. Watch over them,
that they may not themselves become waste
to be managed, a cubic yard of flesh
primed for front-loading. Now,
and at the hour of our death.
© T. Clear 2010
|Big White Rusty, Rachel Maxi|