used only for a single
supper of summer soup
the cheap white curve
of plastic is soon buried
in the bin of other
reckless waste. how deep 

in the earth will it burrow
before it snaps and breaks? 
will the eternal object, only
once used, be transformed into
a primordial highway for
the insects underneath? 

or perhaps its stark clean body
becomes a god to the ants,
bowing their antannae
to the artifical being. 
oh hail great plastic one 
they chant as they soak up
water from it’s flimsy basin.

or will it be nothing among nothing
piled among thousands of its own
left in a stagnic stupid splendor 
a hell created by us alone.