train sitting at station
I spy a plastic bag
caught in barb wire spiral
a gentle breeze
affords fancies of freedom
as the torn,
tattered bag
struggles to pull free
It rips itself to pieces
as the sharp edges
maintain their grip
plastic bag struggles mightily;
struggles in vain
Trapped And Destroyed
Into each life, plastic and razor wire - slc
sad the plight of plastic
sad the plight of plastic bags