By Space Eagle
Beyond the clouds and past the sky
Await the pearly gates
I can hear them beckoning
Along the Gulf Coast states
As dark and gloomy fingers spread
Across the waters deep
Turning wildlife car-ca-sses
Into a rotting heap
The fingers weep and seep and crawl
Into currents all
Dolphins, whales, and fish with scales
Whether large or small
Birds and mammals fed on them
But now they won’t have food
They’ll feed instead upon their brothers
In their desperate mood
Great land sharks they will become
Feeding on the spoilers
Being driven from the shores
By the haughty oilers
It won’t matter if your hair
Is black or red or blond
Soon they may be sending you
Into the great beyond
@ Space Eagle Productions, 2010
Renee Garcia Brown
Holy crap! You guys actually accept rhyming poetry as REAL poetry and take it seriously enough to publish it? Hurry up, stand behind me so you can catch me when I fall.