Chunks of gooey gunk belch in a
foreboding, overwhelming last hurrah.
Crude spews its fossiliferous plasma
from the break to the Gulf’s terra firma.

Blankets of sludge, a
brownish burnt sienna,
ride the swells, venting a
smelly, vaporous miasma.

The Gulf waters host the bluefin spawn.
This prized sushi tuna is now almost gone.
Fish are ravaged by the rig’s raging oil wand.
Deepwater Horizon horror gushes on and on

and on with no efficient finale in sight.
Environmentalists are frantic with fright.
Turtles buried their eggs on beaches white.
Now liver-shaped oil slabs kill and blight.

Greedy, careless men defiled our Gulf Valhalla.
They metamorphosed beauty into dirty squalor.
Experts expose scary scenarios, politicians holler,
“Restore mankind quick, on the oilmen’s dollar.”

Birds and fish now exist in toxic suspension.
This catastrophe destroys on every dimension.
Our prayers to Thee, Lord, for intervention.
Guide the fix for a certain, safe correction.