Amazing isn’t it;
you make an effort to break
the chain of monotony - while
in this instance the idea’s a
routine rubbish fire - no big eco-
argument, we’re rendering combustible
kitchen throwaways & its inevitable
wastepaper accumulation
local newspaper & wine sales
trivia seems to stack up much
quicker than storage space
suggests has a rational basis,
so the deed has its own
internal reasoning arraigned
and within minutes beer, wine and
soft drink cartons arrive, along with
some out-of-date brochures for kitchen
designs and long-past calendars, plus
the out-of-vogue paraphernalia
you’d discovered beneath ‘em
and there we are; it is an hour
and a half later with fire still burning merrily:
reflecting upon its efficiency in reducing
disposable things to recyclable ashes
suggests we’re still caste in an estranged
past-tense - from which takes a lot longer to
recognise, engender, and then make
an appropriate change
© 18 September 2017, I. D. Carswell
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