A poem written in the wake of the Deepwater horizon disaster. Makind, you’ve screwed up yet again. I’d say this ought to be a wake up call, but it’s more like a defeaning shriek falling upon deaf ears.

Homo vitae commodatus non donatus es

(Man has been lent to life, not given)

The ripples on the water shimmer with a riveting blue brilliance

Misaligned and mangled from their symmetrical sojourns

The dolphins of the sea, shriek in subtle agony

Discombobulated, devastated…dreary of the desolation ahead

The crystalline sparkles of the coruscating sands dim their brilliance

Dampened, darkened…destroyed by the vicissitudes of greed

Plumes of pitch invade the purlieus, and the silence shrieks…

A deafening roar falling on deaf ears

Gents in high quarters tell tales of illusions to conceal their deed

And to this end, the ocean’s porous pores continue to bleed.

Homo vitae commodatus non donatus es

(Man has been lent to life, not given)