Ink-black sea
Skeletal rig struts forth
On matchstick legs, lines
Drawn against red sunsets.
The fuel for our engines,
Our living powerhouse.
Unable to satisfy demand,
Our world sets itself on fire,
Using nature to conquer nature.
Slick greed makes the man,
Sentences other species.
This gelatinous spill fans out,
Flames igniting the oceans,
A leprous intruder in the deep.
Birds flounder in black ink,
The full extent unwritten.
This volatile tongue devours,
Turns the aquatic acidic, a hunger
Gorging hundreds of nautical miles.
This gift dug out of the Earth,
Turning up the heat on the dial.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 27, 2020
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