Collective Burdens

 

They’re images set free of any attributed guise
to humanity – no, not victim’s bodies strewn in
the wake of malignant insanity, no, just a dross
of debris left as infrangibly interrelated messes
of morons driving on this road; so after the rain
ditches are littered with the gross indecency of
‘civilisation’, of plastic mementos scattered in
depth to the toxic debt of who we really are

And they’re where we can’t miss seeing them,
retail industry packaged affects and so crass a
dereliction; you need throw these items out of
a car window on the way – and the moron’s do
unconsciously, never agreeing it contributes to
the collective burden of consciousness
© 13 March 2013, I. D. Carswell