Plastic
There is an ocean, drowning, dying
Im caught in it, pulling out the refuse
with all the futility of bailing water off the Titanic
with the child’s plastic bucket I used to play with
Not knowing it would become
the disaster we are trying to escape.
Submitted: April 09, 2019
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