Trash in space

My empty can of coke goes on a journey.

From my red rubbish bin to my black big bin.

From the trash collector to a landfill.

Pile upon pile of rubbish stack up.

Abandoned mattresses stacked up high.

Piles upon piles of black bags melting in the sun.

The bulldozer crushes the bags together, compacting them, making room for more.

What will happen when all the landfills are full?

We may pollute the sea, tying bin bags to weights to submerse them into the depths of the sea.

Then when we have polluted the oceans, we will look to the sky.

Space.

Rockets full of rubbish,

blasted off to space.

Bag after bag shot into space,

left to forever float in the mass of emptiness.

Rubbish bags on their own exploration into the unknown.