THE TRASH
PROBLEM SOLVED - Robin Blackburne
(Notes:
KBB is the “Keep Bermuda Beautiful” organization. There is no
cremation facility in Bermuda)
This piece, composed in 1990, gives a
feeling for the heated debate at the time.
What SHALL we do with all our trash?
And garbage by the ton ?
“ Why don't we turn it into cash? "
Is easier said than
done.
A thousand ancient pots and pans
And mattresses galore,
And rusty Coca-Cola cans
Are strewn on land
and shore,
The Airport is a favorite spot
To drop bisected cars
As if it were a parking lot
For cranks and axle bars.
The grease from leaking sumps must spill
And, through the meagre soil,
It leaches inch by inch until
Our water's mixed with oil.
The Pembroke dump at back of town
Is not the perfect place
To chuck that unstuffed eider-down
Or unstrung double-bass.
" Re-cycle"" says the K.B.B. "
“Hear, Hear!” cries
National Trust.
“Incinerate the junk
debris
It should by rights combust."
Thus spake the Minister of Works
In nineteen eighty-four.
So at the job a hundred clerks
Embarked upon the chore
Of finding just the very best
Incinerating plant.
(“ What luck " the Minister confessed
“ If it cremates my
aunt." )
So ads were placed around the world
From Denmark to Japan
And soon the mysteries unfurled
To form a mighty plan.
The bids were in, consultants hired
To make evaluation
Of how each plant achieved, when fired,
Complete incineration.
Every angle in the book
Was studied with due care –
Pollution and how long it took
Von Roll and Procedair
To burn a ton of dollar bills
Or melt Bermuda sand.
You’ve guessed of course, from them thar’ hills
Of Snowy Switzerland
The finalist has now emerged.
It is indeed Von Roll.
Our trusty Government has splurged.
This mega-casserole
Has cost a tidy buck or two.
But who are we to care ?
As long as it cremates Aunt Sue –
And never needs repair.
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