The Karma of Waste: A Sonnet”

A searchlight shines, despite the bright midday;
a ceiling fan spins in an empty room;
an uneaten pork chop is tossed away;
a T.V. glimmers, but no one to view.

A cruiser in the garage, never ridden;
a Fender in the corner, never strummed;
a container in the attic, never opened;
a blazer in the closet, never donned.

The eye will wince at such disparity;
the mind, from guilt, and anger, will ponder;
the hand is forced into frugality
to spare the soul sequela for squander.
 
What is the final judgment to be faced?
Damnation wrought by the Karma of Waste!