Rubbish

I hover over these empty bottles.
I hesitate to throw anythign away
who knows when brown glass will be
useful in the furture, when I'll
next need a plastic cap in a matter
that's worth a life, worth a death,
worth a second sight more than a
misrable end in a pile of fetid sludge
and it's lack of concievable use extends,
cursing both throwee and thrower.