Aquatic Genocide

I
Hope is a thing with feathers
Weary, starved
The halo transparent
Constricting noose
Grips like chipped finger nails
The casings of sin
Atrocities committed
Infest like hungry rodents
the beautifully feminine mind
A grip like thumb and forefinger
Against the gullet of the queen
She never got to choose to drink the cool aid
She never got the option
To not be poisoned by her children
The children never gave her one.
II
The cracking sun damaged bones
The crumbling beachfront skull
That held
gut wrenching reactions
To hungry eyed needles and pricks
Reactions
So like our own
The consumer
The infant clenching skipping stone
Carelessly tossing
The rock prancing
Like Jesus across the water
Dropping into the sea
Like a round between the eyes
Rippling into
Deforestation
Plasticizers
Environmental degradation
The cause of death
For passive cadaver
Heat searing blade
Oozing
Oozing
Oozing
Stomach contents
Lighters
Plastic northern star specs
Pointing to malnutrition
And starvation

White Christmas

The free flowing snowflakes
Hold out your tongue
But it doesn’t melt
It’s hard like stone
Hard like ice
Dip in dots
In another world
Melting in the stomach
But the sweets never tasted
So sour
Green gills
A scaled snow flake
Shimmering, reflecting back the sun
Catching the eye of soaring predator
Desperately awaiting the kill
Dropping into the ocean
Like a flash of lightening
And the snow melts on its tongue
And Soon after
Roaming beaches
Of glass shards, and starbuck lids

This
Seemingly invincible predator
Lye’s a shell among the muscles
The corpses
Ammunition
In chemical warfare
How long will it be
Before poison runs freely in our blood?
And we’re the ones choking on plastic pellets
And bathing in DDT