What man creates is truly ingenious.
Tough and untouched by corruption
it’s everywhere, just like the air we breathe.
Agile and thin it travels at a speed
and eludes the cunning enemy;
a futurist whose foresight raises scorn.
But an obituary? The thing won’t die!
So, I pack my jaded hope and bid it farewell
as it makes its way to invade happiness
and idyllic life in the land of my father.
note: Today is World Environment Day, and this is in response to the Midweek Motif, Plastic Bags, at Poets United.