I am a piece
Of everflowing
Never waning
Infinite
Trash

Jettisoning
Toward an overflowing
Ocean

Brimming
With scraps of trash
No better
No worse
No more
No less

Than me

I see the rips
They are
The same

I see the tears
The broken bits
The stains
The wrinkles
The disregard
The indifference
The misuse
The neglect

There is no difference

We're all headed
To the same
Dirt mound

Some marked
Others not

Some visited
Others not

In life
We are,
Whether we like it or not,

In this
Trash heap
Together

It is merely the ego
That has convinced you
That you are
Special
Different
More

You
I
We

Are

Not