Scrap - April 12, 2013

We are told –
It’s a shame to waste precious resources
so we try to recycle, reuse
Never throw anything away
no matter how tattered, battered, bruised
The pieces might be smaller than the whole
but they can still function (somewhat)
Eventually the fragments will lose their usefulness
Filled to the brim with the mental notation
of words devoid of meaning, actions followed by inaction
When nothing is left but
refuse
Then there is no more love lost