Stuff

Stuff
Plastic, metal, glass
Concrete poured
On a valuable earth
Struggling to survive.

Fast cars, faster planes,
Light-speed computers,
Stuff 
Up to our necks.

Or maybe
Up to our hearts,
Lusting, lusting
More, more, more

We’re told we need
NEED
Stuff, stuff, stuff
To survive.

Garbage piles heaped,
All our stuff
Discarded, thrown away,
Destroyed forever                                            
So we can have                                                 
More Stuff.                                                       
                                                                         
Physical we are for
Now
But more spirit 
For the later

Stuff, stuff, stuff
Helps not with
The later of a
Different place

Another world which
does not care endlessly
about all our 
Stuff