plastic bag trees

deep in the belly of the sea,

deep in Tennessee, plastic bag trees

are tossed in a windswept single use;

a drowning swim in muddy river bilge.

no place left for the state bird

to perch.

folded up in the forks

and straws of bifurcated branches

of government waste, clerks

count dog excrement in mutt gloves

with their unnatural time

to deteriorate.

they all snag on the flow

to the tulip poplar mocking mouth of rivers

to be regurgitated by all creatures and whales

are weighted down in kilograms,

breeching patches of plastics

blown from tennesse plastic bag trees

that one day will outweigh fishes in the seas.