Environment

A Creative Green

A unique expression on the waste issue from a unique perspective

A Creative Green

Hi there,

I am a bin

Your humble biographer

Wherever I may be

Beside the kitchen sink yawning in the morning to catch your cereal packet or an unwashed peanut butter jar

Standing on the landing at University you pass me everyday occasionally greet me with a screwed up tissue.

At lunchtime I watch open-mouthed as you forage fridges of film-wrapped sandwhiches.

Waste. Produce of haste.

You haven’t seen what my grown-up brothers do who graduated into industry or work at the supermarkets on the night-shift.

Finished lunch. Yum - a wooden fork and knife.

At last something but plastic.

Though they’re not going to biodegrade

In a rubbish dump sealed anaerobically.

I have a cousin. He’s a bit of a hippie.

Got his head dyed green.

Thinks he can take most things

Calls himself a recycling bin

He sends two-thirds of his earnings overseas for developing nations to deal with.

Evening. Black Friday.

You come in with a discounted ready meal

I feel a fuzzy feeling, like a stocking on Christmas day.

I am tired

But there is no time for rest

Many miles away

Oceans churn

Incinerators burn

My belly ends and landfill begins.