A Scene Along Route 476

Just outside of town - 

right before the woods 

becomes thick and tangly, 

on either side of the highway 

we placed our dead. On the 

west side were rows and rows 

of metallic car bodies shining 

in the sun. On the east side lay 

rows and rows of granite 

#headstones and monuments 

shining in the sun - betraying

where our human dead were laid.

Both plots seem full, and 

somewhat out of date.  Eye 

sores of the modern American

intellectual landscape.

How shall we honor our dead;

How shall we reshape stuff.

Have we simply become

The Age of the Disposable.

Perhaps our eighth grade 

Advanced Placement European 

History teacher - Skip Jones - 

hit it right on the head. He 

called it then “WE WILL BE 

KNOWN as THE DISPOSABLE AGE.” 

And so as consuming;

we likewise dispose

still unsure of meaning

or of memory.