Alone At The Landfill - Cattle Decapitation

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