vast sun drenched reaches
of oil soaked sea
filled with tightening death
which sounds our species’ dirge.

shout microbes!
shriek reeds!
scream humans!
stink corpses!

do you feel the pain?
a disturbance in the force?
will it wake us up?

#289. gulf poem

June 10, 2010

distance
is a close thing
intimate and wild
calmly alone
the osprey
soars
dives
eats

your hand scraped
shark teeth out of the sand
glistening in the sun

memory gone from delight
to sadness
and anger

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