'Polymer' In The 20th Century - Poem by MARINA GIPPS
We are molecules of water
clothed in synthetic tweeds
as a freight train
one car at a time
You may call this sandwich 'crap'
but I call it 'polyethyline'
We stretch, grow weaker then fall apart
Our bones like bottles, an easy cremation:
Returned containers boiled
to birth automobiles, ghosts
of teenage lipstick gone
up the smokestack, dashboards melting
into backseats to make more baby
pacifiers for the end of time,
a politician promising the moon
As long as there's crude oil, they'll be
a billion artificial legs to stand on,
nylon glistening in the sun
with its spinnerette rays...
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