THE GARBAGE MAN
They were eight great trolls, the humans they came later.
They were there from the beginning, sworn by faith as nature’s saviors.
They were there as humans walked from equator to the glaciers,
Saw them herd and hunt the grazers, become traders and creators.
See, the humans are possessed with making and creating things.
Just to hold them for a blink, and toss them out into the winds.
They don’t see the bigger picture; all their goods just make them sicker.
Cause the mixture will grow thicker as it flows down through the river.
And so the trolls spoke up enough! We have to take a stand
Make a plan to wake them up and make them understand
Let’s gather trash like artisans, break in and build a Garbageman
And so the trolls all rose their hands and sealed it with a chant
That night they swept the city streets, the forest, beach and creeks.
Scraps, debris and plastic sheets, they brought it in in heaps
They filled the house of humans up, with all the things left wasted
A giant human made of trash, that night they had created
And right then the horizon let the first small beams of light in
The trolls went back in hiding where the humans could not find them
Some humans saw the sighting of the garbageman as frightening
Some saw it as enlightening as a sign to do the right thing
And so the ending in the legend hints a time for a reflection
When you think you know it all, the answer is in the question.
What is a possession? Garbage or a blessing?
Who possesses whom, you choose the ending to the lesson.
