Pink portapotties
stand rank and file in fall grass
empty and unused.
Thanks to both critics - the last line was both preachy and unnecessary - with so few syllables there are none to waste!
The origin of this (I wrote a much longer poem about it, which was *really* preachy), was
driving down to the range one morning (being an auncient chad, otherwise known as a fudd) I saw this amazing vista in a misty roadside valley: hundreds of pink portapotties (relocatable privies) standing out on the long grass in uneven rows - a few doors open, some the worse for weather, but not a human being in sight. Trying to make sense of the vision, the first cut was that these were being temporarily stored there. But why? Obviously, these are for the ladies, both for the benefit of users in selecting the correct door and presumably to contain necessities such as dispensers and receptacles for ladies' particular needs; color-coding evades the symbolic difficulty posed to sex-coded symbols by the man-in-a-dress.
But why so many, and so abandoned? Well, my non-woke thinking suggested, there aren't many outdoor jobs with no heavy lifting, so little demand for outdoor facilities... but there's probably a regulation somewhere that, so long as women are even allowed to apply for field jobs, the employer has to provide facilities... even though they'll never be used as intended. And there are, of course, female migrant agricultural workers.
Then it came to me: there *is* a legitimate purpose for such a concentration. In case of natural disaster, when the waterworks break down, there will be an urgent and massive need for these items which otherwise face little demand. So it makes sense to stockpile them in an out-of-the-way and otherwise fallow area (under high-tension lines). A few weeks later they were gone - no doubt forklifted up and trucked to some other FEMA holding field.
Non-practicing atheist