Ronald Carson’s Forever Plastics poem is worth a look…I keep coming back to read it again to help shift my perspective…to enable better communication about the looming ramifications of our current (and projected) plastics usage.

He says: “In this poem, I wanted plastics to speak in the first-person plural, tracing the path from postwar convenience to biological saturation, where the environment is no longer outside us but lodged within us.”

The last stanza sums is up:

We are the heirloom you did not ask for,
the inheritance that cannot be refused,
the future fossil of your present,
already here.

See the whole poem here.