The autobiography of a dumping site <br />****************************************** <br />Once upon a time <br />I was a Flushing Meadow. <br />Within my endless bounds <br />Birds and winds rested on their flight. <br /> <br />But in the passage of time <br />Man's ivory towers swallowed my grounds <br />Leaving me to ravaging seasons. <br /> <br />And in the turn of events <br />I was a town's dumping site. <br />Whatever man threw into the streets <br />Finally reached my funeral pyre. <br /> <br />My charming meads were heaps of waste <br />Dogs and jackals hunted my grounds. <br />And in the eternal fire and smoke <br />I lost my meads- where are now those springs? <br /> <br />Instead of a flower-strewn hill <br />To passersby Iam an unbearable sight. <br />Around me is hot wind, above me hot sun <br />And where are those whispering brooks? <br />Preempted into half cooked flesh?<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dumping-site-2/
