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Cattle Decapitation

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.