The Throwaways.

Throwing something away
Eases the load,as much as
It causes hurt,where it is thrown.
Each delivery throws away
The maternal throes of the labour ward.
Amidst the throes is also thrown aboard
A life that can cause or ease hurt.
The mother's womb manufactures
Both mainstream and macabre products.
Each delivery throws away a product
To absolve or pollute the earth.
The pollution of the placenta is in fact
More alarming than that of plastic.
Life's throwaways transform the holiest rivers
Into unholy litter corridors of monumental sins,
Draining the mother earth of her fertile interiors.

As the mind is becoming more and more
A minuscule of the body,
What matters more,is the matter
And not the manner of how the matter is.
Bundles of currency build life's stuff.
Buried currencies might outnumber
Undelivered posts of the dead letter office.
There is nothing sweet in the fleshy fleet
Except that it grows fatter as fabulous wealth.
Like the rights of life being sold at throwaway prices,
Virtues are thrown away in turn for a variety of vices.
The death throes are the ultimate throwaways
Of the load of pains caused to others,
As qualms and compunctions,unable to subside.
The final partition of the body and mind throws away
The inherited and invited throes of the labour ward.
P. Chandrasekaran.