Death’s Parade
New York, NY
2016, Senior, Poetry & Spoken Word
Bodies mesh together
Forming a sick conga line
That drifts through the water
Ribbons of black color
Trail after the celebrants
Of Death’s parade
A bird’s corpse
Dyed a slick black
Heads the marching band
Rows of lifeless fish
Mouths gaping open
Sing silent songs
An inert, barnacled turtle
Inked over with a dark rainbow
Makes up the occasional float
All the festivities are in place
Yet those who paid for the show
Do not come to watch
Reflection
Reflection
In today’s discussion of the tragedy that is water pollution, ocean litter takes center stage. Indeed, it is certainly an epic disaster, and deserves all the attention it gets, but what about all the other horrors that have occurred in the water? I believe that events such as oil spills in the ocean, one of the most deadly forms of pollution out there, need to be addressed as well. It’s a difficult, urgent subject, yet the average person remains relatively blind to the causes and effects of such pollution. Just this year, Shell spilled almost 90,000 gallons of oil into the Gulf of Mexico, and yet almost nobody knows about it. I think that such ‘accidents’ such as these must be brought into the public eye.
My goal when making this poem was to strike a chord within the reader that resonated with a deep sense of wrong. We have indirectly caused this mess, this sickness that is ‘death’s parade,’ and yet nobody bothers to pay any attention to it. I can only hope that eventually, we will be able to live in a future where things such as oil spills in the ocean are no longer occur.