Unable to Give It a Title.

I looked on as humans.
PEOPLE.
Gathered their lives out of the dump today.

Perhaps the largest man-made structure I've seen.

Did they see me?

Probably not, as the vultures waited. Watched overhead. I've never been so close to these hairless birds.

I put the cups and plates and bottles in the garbage bag tonight.

And wondered.

Who will find this stuff?

Can I afford to throw it away?

And then stand and look on?