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Word Warrior is a website creative writing journal, posted by Brightfire Woman, of her more politically outspoken works.  These are the loud pain verse.

 

 

Monday
Sep272010

An Inhumane Humanity

Speak the Truth
let us mourn the deaths,

of many species
of air, water and land.
Heads will roll
in an inhumane humanity,
with sea salt surf
bloated bodies slamming shores.


Dazed and confused
cranes and sandpipers stagger dance,

death marching across
oil-slicked marshes.
Tainted sacred ground
the moon reflecting inside,
the glazed eye that stare up at
the blackest sky in the darkest day.


The smell arrives miles
in advance,

Beautiful birds reduced
to feathers on bones.
Stumbled and thrown
oil drummed out of life,
walking to survive till
their last pained sigh.


Fish-kills spread bank to bank
the surface of rivers paved,

with decaying silver
flecked flesh floating.
Strangled on the smells of man
hemorrhaging out every orifice
months of flushing gushing
spread thin by toxins.


Tar settled two inches thick
on the sea bed floors,

preserving the remains
of all that once crawled
beneath the darkest cold,
while the surface bobs
of fish that sea sages
have never seen,


before Deepwater dropped
below the water's Horizon.


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