Dirt Legacy

Each inconvenient trace of the earth
Recedes to rejoin the soil. You hope.
The stink of waste has been building up

Since organisms evolved to flee
Their own. You can wish for enough space
And speed that it all returns to loam,

But just because you don’t want something,
Just because you can’t use it, or it
Is actually, to you, now toxic,

Doesn’t mean it won’t endure, doesn’t
Mean remains that you turn your face from
Won’t prove more durable than you do.