The plastic we become

 I was in the big five story malls
full of crowded escalators
Humans eyeing each other
On the way up
on the way down

Sitting on a maroon colored padded stool
leaning over a short checkerboard table
I slowly ate my sushi roll
commotion in the streams of people

The lights almost stronger than the sun outside
The children's laughter and adult's false attempts to scold
The young people daring each other and ridiculing
And me quietly munching the sushi roll

I am the plant's stem and hairy white root
penetrating the soil below and above on time lapse
As the rest of the forest in the form of people
Shakes through the hundred days maniacal

I finish the sushi
But there is something caught in my throat
it seems to be a piece of the algae sheet
I manage to fish it out just to find out
it is a plastic wrapper for a candy bar