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
Catching
fire
Sending
the beast to its watery grave
Black
blobs of thick sludge
Spewed
into the open gulf
Killing
fish
Killing
birds
Contaminating
land and sea
Wreaking
havoc on economies and ecosystems
For
generations to come.
