JunkYard Cascade

Heaving mountain rubber pile,
trashed possessions with a smile,
cavalcade of consumption
cannot wait with function,
new desire at this junction
progression halted,
betterment faulted,
for fertile land’s destruction
outpouring of grief’s eruption,
those towers stand apart
minus any beating heart
adding items to their cart,
your wishlist grows
algorithm knows,
serving all the while.