Stagnancy

The heaping mounds of waste lie in a forgotten landfill,
filth piling up all around itself and occasionally caving in,
creating a sort of landslide of shit to a forsaken ground.
Yet the landfill is only second in disgust to a nearby pond.
The pond lies within the piles of filth,
stagnant water attracts the overpopulating mosquitoes
which incessantly suck the blood of the landfill’s beasts.
The pond exudes the thick scent of death,
which lingers in the air and appeals to the deadliest beasts,
feasting on the mutated amphibians in the acidic pond water.
Sprays of the acid bubble to the top and spill over
into the landfill, branding into the ground streams
which twist and turn, burning the earth.

This little part of the world
fascinates, disgusts and enrages us…
but the truth is, it is all of us.
We are the landfill, the pond
and its stagnant, acidic water.
We are the mosquitoes, beasts, and mutated amphibians.
We are a stagnant world.