Just Desserts

The earth is filled but still we spread
like vermin. Filling up the land
and building castles on the dead.
Foundations are just shifting sand

engorged with detritus of waste
and obsolescence. Plastics ride
the emerald waves which once were chaste
but now they lay upon high tide

dead fish and birds. A darkened stole
that festers with a rotting stench
now lines each shore. Embellished bowl
of sewage that will never quench

the thirst of gluttonous mankind.
A travesty we leave behind.