Waste

Piling away cellophane and plastic

Wrapped up neatly in stretchy elastic

Indentations jagging through the soft skin

All of its contents deemed worthless within

Like breathing- no, eating and digesting

This is a process that keeps refreshing

Empty space rearranges, ebbs, and flows

Someone not looking should know where it goes

Thus, like spongy bones culled from a carcass

The waste is bare, vulnerable, harmless

Save for the stench of food, rotten and mashed

At last, it is time to take out the trash