A poem I wrote in 2018 based on my observations at the last stop of a bus tour around the city. Originally posted February 2, 2024 with small revisions.
Wonder still where the strength of the EPA is and super fund money went to clean up toxic waste lands that poisons earth, people, water, generations and still seeps , festers like a volcanic pimple acne infested adolescent waiting to erupt. Now tip of iceberg. What wwill T-rump do? Where will toxic waste go from Los Angeles homes, businesses, schools go? Plastic bags will hospital waste, infectious viruses haunt the world. Not to mention Gaza and debris waste land. Plastic straws suck. Recycled waste water down drain. Spent nuclear waste in ocean. The fish eaten , foods we eat sicken, been hyperbole for centuries. When rain glows down and lights streets we sill will not find our way out of the woods.
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I recall a dump like that in our city from a time when I was growing up, 1960 or so. Long since cleaned up but I often wonder where that toxic tide rolling mounds went.
Wonder still where the strength of the EPA is and super fund money went to clean up toxic waste lands that poisons earth, people, water, generations and still seeps , festers like a volcanic pimple acne infested adolescent waiting to erupt. Now tip of iceberg. What wwill T-rump do? Where will toxic waste go from Los Angeles homes, businesses, schools go? Plastic bags will hospital waste, infectious viruses haunt the world. Not to mention Gaza and debris waste land. Plastic straws suck. Recycled waste water down drain. Spent nuclear waste in ocean. The fish eaten , foods we eat sicken, been hyperbole for centuries. When rain glows down and lights streets we sill will not find our way out of the woods.
Thank you for sharing this again Daniel.
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I remember the poem, Daniel. I could not forget the poem, Daniel.
I recall a dump like that in our city from a time when I was growing up, 1960 or so. Long since cleaned up but I often wonder where that toxic tide rolling mounds went.
Underground or trained off to one of Utah's toxic Superfund sites.