The Reaping
Silent death
Floating on the water
Slipping in with the tide
Nowhere to go...
Nowhere to hide
Feathered and four footed
And those with two legs
Tar balls among the turtle eggs
...Oily agony in the marshes
On and on this death marches
Where will it end...
This horrible humankind’s sin
Even in our children’s lifetime
It will never be seen
As it once was, ever again...
©May 28, 2010
Faye Sizemore
"In the End,
we will remember, not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends." - Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)
