Over on the hill
the trash trucks line up like
gigantic old snails waiting
for a chance to discard
their 50% load of plastic,
50% load of food waste
into the county appointed space
for depositing trash.
The trucks come here
day after day
until the space turns into a giant mound
and a refuge for buzzards, rats, and pigeons.
Once the mound is too big
the trash trucks form a new line
for a newly allotted space to begin
building a new mound.
And this goes on indefinitely,
in the name of humanity;
the ever-expanding solution.
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