Trash Mountain

​Sun setting,
Driving home,
A look to the horizon –
Oak trees, many,
Standing against
The bronze sky
Tinged rose-pink.
Another look;
Beyond the trees looms
An high hill,
Taller than they,
No natural formation.
Rather, a gathering
Of garbage,
Bagloads and truckloads
Delivered daily,
Compressed and buried
Beneath layers of dirt
Until the formation
Rises high
Into the heavens.
Pagan man built
Mysterious monuments
And temples unforgettable.
Christian man raised up
Churches and cathedrals
Filled with divine beauty,
Meeting places
Of Heaven and earth.
And Modern,
Post-Christian Man?
Behold what he has
Bestowed upon the world –
Trash Mountain!