You watch
the television as it hurdles thousands
Of people to their deaths–
A sad sight brought
about by the storm
that was coming
that came
and was going
then gone.
You saw
the winds pick up
speed and plastic
bags while you glance
at the garbage down
the street left
behind by the garbage
truck this morning.
It was there then,
it will still be there tomorrow.
You imagine
the pile of corpses buried in mass
graves like refuse damned deep
into the earth,
they don't even have time to segregate
and you shudder thinking
even if the garbage gets thrown away,
it still survives the storm,
the grave,
your body.

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