LANDFILL

In a world where truth

is a liar and heaven never was,

where love and money make fools

of men and all the things

that make you happy

are the things that make you

sad, nothing is a number

too often spoken

by hordes that hunger

far from horns of plenty

hoarded by the few.

Amidst brown destruction

of wingless locusts,

electric fireflies flicker red,

yellow, green in drawing rooms

but no one proceeds with caution.

In a world of grand illusions

where deities and leaders

are deluded creatures

created by the gullible of men,

there are heroes in the landfills

resurrecting the discarded.

©2013 by G. Newton V. Chance