Ode to My Cup This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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     Trapped within the oppressive earth
in the form of crude petroleum,
it was sucked out by great machines,
sent to a factory (smokestacks and all),
and crafted into Code Number 6 plastic.
This plastic, then blown with a gas
(heavy in chlorofluorocarbons)
to give it its beautiful rough texture,
was cast in a mold
and given its glorious form.
Complete in shape, my chalice
was put on an assembly belt
for a brief tour of the building and
to be stacked with his brothers
and wrapped in more plastic.
Ready for use,
it was then loaded on a plane
and sent across the country,
(consuming unknown amounts of fuel in the process)
where I bought it at supermarket, USA.
Thirsty one day,
I poured juice into my cup,
drank it in no more than two swigs,
said my good-byes,
and put it in the garbage bin.
Arriving at the dump,
it was placed atop a pile of various other plastics
where it will sit intact til the end of time
(assuming the planet lasts until then).


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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mademoisellerounds said...
Apr. 8, 2009 at 7:47 pm
I love your poem/article here! Awesome job. I will have my students read it in English class tomorrow.
 
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