What remains of us

As if it were infinite
the extending landfill
the survival for peoples
rummaging in the waste
feeding by waste
in waste made houses
lives crawling
in a garbage world
post-modern nightmare
obscene fruit consumption
everywhere and always
anywhere and unstoppable
with its infected hordes
of rats and roaches
which will wipe us all
one day soon

Vast expanse of debris
so far as the eye can see
in white acetylene lights
over the distant horizon
the red shadows of infection
metropolitan indifference glares
aberrant squalid scene
of decomposition madness
Dead for starvation increases
as well industrial production
of stupid and poisoned things
that serve no purpose
"Something does not work" they say
nothing new under the sun
or better said, under acid rain

Of ancient human aspirations
only that there remained:
Cancer's mutations
and viruses evocative names
the great avengers
like the pollution
that permeate everything
The bitter punishment
of metastases spread
for those who cancels life
in the name of profit
The regret what it means
over the abyss rim?
A vain floundering
in ours personal hells

It began to snow
seekers of garbage
waited without move
gray shapes in the fumes
on the roadside left
I also felt like them
to something atend
and probably is the end
The paving black mud
taken to bleach
weapon explosions
and distant sirens
icy wind whip over my face
I love the snow like a child
the whiteness on despair
and silent ruins on the ground
instill to me again
false feelings whit no sound
of a reassuring quiet clean