See the Sea Cry
La Canada Flintridge, CA
2019, Junior, Poetry & Spoken Word
A tantalizing scent like gasoline
A call to scream, a lull to seam
I walk across the walkways moss
I mock and talk to lock the cause
But when I see leeway’s key
I lean, I scream, I leer in fear
With tears of burning bay reflecting
The broken bathing bleak reflection
The backing attacking brack key of notion
Of points and joints and ranting destruction
Of rejoicing coins lacking emotion
The bee I lure, the cree I purr
I see the sea’s dying commotion
I gaze, I pray, say, “May today!”
Today the day the bay will bray
Today the bream will lash the team
A seen decree of present promotion
An unknown saw, an unbeknownst caw
The sagging ragged key of premonition
As primitive tentative sick licks of ocean
As it beams and seems to eat the coastline
The brew of boiling stew it thickens
The gasoline, the intolerance
The transparent tearing of cast malevolence
It bears the banquet, it sees the false sovereignty
Now it consumes, now it engulfs, no mercy as we see
As the locket is twisted, in its misted mission
No intermissions, no ticks of patience
It takes, it makes, how we once took amok
A hammock of crumbling civilization
A trapdoor of hidden illumination
It called, it called, the ocean called
It stalled, it stalled, the ocean stalled
The ocean called and stalled
In search of hope in endless war
Between land and sea the ocean’s decree
We defied, we concised
We enlined, we filthified
A suicide of our own science
Reflection
I created this poem to show how our society is mostly oblivious to the consequences of climate change and how eventually it could negatively affect our and the next generation. I was inspired by the unheard efforts of scientists and conservationists and my sponsor and teacher, Ruben Rodriguez. I will try to be more careful about reducing my plastic waste and use of carbon-emitting things, and be more thoughtful of what I buy. I will also try to inform others about their use of carbon-emitting things.