Disaster in the Gulf
Yellow slickers glint like lit
matches on the water.
Salt rises frozen on the cruel rust bleed.
The working walk the inkwell girders.
The answer to everything is to dig
up the blow-out- preventer.
On their pedestal, they gather the belted
bodies labeled BP.
Menhaden belly up in buttered foam.
On this blue/green fallacy, the tide
affirms the consequences,
the question is begged:
Why blame God for any of this?
The earth insurmountable turns the wake.
Pamela Gemme lives in Leicester, Massachusetts. She has several online and print publications.
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