Some people in the USA picked up from the ground
Freshly fallen snow looking so clean, white and fresh
They patted it into a ball so that they could try to melt it
When a fire was applied it burned black and didn't melt
The question is what pollution was contained in the snow
And that it is part of this world in which we live
There are rocks in the lava from the Hawaiian volcanoes
That are called plastiglomerates containing plastic in the mix
So when our times fade into the pages of history
And future people wonder about our world
The burning snow may be for them hard to find
But the plastoglmerates is our legacy.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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