In The Lands Of Landfill Lords

The very land

Of landfill lords

Is alive...

A crude creature in itself...

The sizzling scrap and smoke

Whose skin...

And the bubbling browny broth

Whose blood...

The landfill lords :

A hundred half living

Dead dreaming skeletons...

Churn and churn

And split apart

By the great crude

Creature’s haggy heart...

The landfill lords :

Own everything

Left unowned...

And digging by

Their destined graves

Still search...

For something shiny

In their worldful of dirt...