Ode to a Plastic Sack

One in a billion
is this sack, my sack,
on this particular day
My white elastic
plastic sack
with loops for hands
held just so
triumphantly
designed
by some all-seeing
eye that sought
the masterpiece
and found it
in a sheer glossy
sheet of petroleum
distillate.
Oh, versatile bag
I could tie you
to my feet and wear
you like shoes
I could pull you
over my head
like a white helmet
in a rain storm
You could become
extensions of my
hands: I could pick up
dog feces and cat
crap without soiling
my fingers
Though you waft
like a linen curtain
in the breeze
your kind has
a great weight
Eight billion pounds
of plastic sacks
Manevering trash
every year
And you weather
many storms
One thousand years
will pass before
you decompose
far longer than
the United States
of America
will last