Saturday, June 5, 2010

On the Oil Spill - Poem 6/5/10

The Earth-Mother cries, forlorn and unheeded
As her waters turn crimson with hate
Creatures almost too infinitesimal to be real
snuffed out like a candle

In the blackness there is poision
The vitriol of deepest greed
It goes beyond simple defacement

Murder of the cerulean harmony

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