A Souvenir from the Age of Plastic

A Souvenir from the Age of Plastic


Presenting an Age of Plastic

in a shiny, see-through shroud,

like a World encased in a snow-dome

through which iridescent chips

of micro-plastic drift.

Like fat, fake snowflakes

floating in a synthetic syrup

they slowly swirl and sink

through the glycerol sea,

burying the tiny buildings

in a Winter that has no thaw.

Perfectly preserved,

specimens of our Civilization

will remain intact, like an insect

trapped in sap

that Time turns into amber.

Washed and polished

by strange seas,

rolled up onto a future shore,

to be found; a time-capsule

and it’s dead occupant

become a semi-precious stone.



The Reverend Hellfire is trapped in a tiny world he did not create. There is, apparently, no escape.

Oh well.


~ by reverendhellfire on March 10, 2019.

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