where does it all go

where does it all

go?

all this trash, this garbage

we dispose of,

the daily

pick up

in the morning, and

then it's gone.

but where to?

the glass and tin,

the plastic, the paper,

the egg shells

and fish we didn't eat.

who has the room

for all our things

we no longer want

or need?

tomorrow we'll

make more,

and the next day

and the next day.

it's all very strange

how it disappears,

out of sight and mind,

but i'm pleased.