Each time I throw something in the garbage, particularly plastic wrappings, my heart sinks with dismay and guilt.  So I wrote poem about it:

 

aching reproach of silenced heart

as hands release another piece

of refuse newly named

into eternity contained

by plastic bags cinched

so nothing disintegrates

to grow the weighted piles

with no offer of return

just another way

we toss aside each day

unheeding of miracles

creation made

trash the trade