A Well
Flames roaring
Smoke billowing
Winds twisting thrashing
Seawater tossing slicks gushing
Coastlines awaiting their uncharted doom
Lives oil-drenched struggling about
Death wrenching anguishing
Birds drowning
Fish choking
B.P. Hell
Is there hope Kleinste Motte ?
You're a poet too?
ReplyDeleteAwesome. I am going to post some poems of my husband's favorite to my blog this weekend.