On the horizon the monster loomed
Tasting the sweet black gold.
A gasket broke
Before the monster finished
Causing it to lose its lunch
It tried to recover
But did a poor job.
Corners were cut to save money and time.
Oil and gas leaked from the borehole
The monster’s food came up along with gas and cement
Sending the beast to its watery grave
Black blobs of thick sludge
Spewed into the open gulf
Contaminating land and sea
Wreaking havoc on economies and ecosystems
For generations to come.