An Ocean Like the Sky

2016, Junior, Poetry & Spoken Word

Look.

I can’t see anything.

Closer.

Am I blind?

It is like the night sky, no?

That foul gloomy goop?

The ocean–

Stained black like the night.

It used to be like the day,

But we changed it evil.

We changed it to a poison.

Why?

It bled.

We broke its skin and sucked it dry

For trucks, for cars, for planes.

To burn it up into thick black smoke

Polluting the earth, the seas, and the skies.

We chose fire over water.

We chose comfort over lives.

What’s that sound?

It’s the sound of death.

Wet splashing

As tangled wings drag downward

And drown its unfortunate owners.

Rattling yelps for help

As noses and mouths flood with poison.

But don’t worry;

Soon it will be silent.

Soon we will forget

What it was like before

The ocean bled black and death ruled the seas.