realization

i know you see

that my bungalow has been destroyed

by the plastic

invading my lungs

my ocean,

my home,

my life...

it's been in your hands.

and you seemed 

to have forgotten

that the garbage

you throw out

winds up

in the places

we, 

as animals,

are forced to live.

you are safe

from breathing the smog

within your 

abode

but we,

as animals,

are forgotten, 

left,

to die