the plastic shopping bag
has a methodically placed
"please recycle ♻" sticker
stuck on the bottom corner
that bag stares back
in the face of danger
expecting to be cut up
melted and turned into
a straw
it momentarily considers
belief in reincarnation
as molecules degrade
in aging skin creases
it's first life was
in colourful tupperware
dreaming of becoming
a television, or cheeks
or lips
now content in living;
use
-no longer
a valued
ego-boost
wearing the design
content in it's flaws
welcoming resurrection
as a base theorem
for everlasting life
-x-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem