by Marinam

Created on: September 02, 2010

The Deadly Piles

 There is a place so deadly that nobody would want to live there

It is piled high and deep with things not needed and discarded

Things like cardboard boxes big and small

 Glass bottles for beer and tomato sauces

 Cans made out of metal which held peas or carrots once

 All crushed and intertwined they lay there on this large pile

Called the city dump.

There live the creatures of the night hidden in those things

 Thriving on leftovers to eat – they eat anything some say.

They thrive there and they grow big and strong and when

As new pile of things arrive – they know just where to hide

 And wait for the trucks to leave

 To come out at night to eat and survive.

This is a smelly, horrifying place, a creepy place, and a place of unimaginable waste

 So unimaginable it stinks high into the sky

 And only mankind could and would create it

 For God to see and observe.

 Not with delight but with disgust

 How His earth has been disfigured

 By those who think they are worth this

Unimaginable stink, volume, and sight of unimaginable horror.

 Growing by the second, growing by the minute, growing by the hour..

 Bigger and bigger and more horrible to imagine

 As everything not wanted gets thrown here

 And one can only imagine what that might be.

Old books and magazines that once were trees so lively now thrown into smelly slime

 Called the dump of rotten things that multiplies

 So smelly so disgusting.

 Things once wanted and needed but not for long

 Things produced with the intent to be dumped here

 Things too multiple in variety and volume

 To mention them all here.

Old books, calendars, papers of this and that..

 And paper is the favorite discard

  In forms so multiple one cannot count

 What it all had been used for once.

A place so toxic so full of disgust

 That only the rats would want to inhabit it.

 Rats, the creepiest of mammalians

 But now one wonders while observing this horror site

 Who is more disgusting

 The rats or mankind?

Let's not forget the plastics and natural or manmade fibers

 That are buried here

 Of multiple and endless varieties for uses

 Of endless nonsense and unimaginable waste.

 And growing by the day.

And the old appliances left to rust all crushed

 With other abandoned metal trash.

And worst of all there are bodies there

 Some of them human victims of  crimes

 Or animals killed by drivers in a rush

 All forgotten now in mile deep trash.

This is a place that don't get visited

 By those who created it

 It's a place on the edge of town

 Called the city dump.

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