Conceal them all
Demanded the queen of hearts
That way they will remain
Pour concrete onto the garden
Prevent the stench from escaping
What good can come from rot and decay?
How did this road maintain its inhabitants before man grew so advanced?
Push up little one
Dislodge the suffocating slab of death
Trip the man that buried you
Shatter him as he falls
Plastic will not perish.