Their Failures Need to Make us Worried

by Izzy Oneiric

It’s still there
In the water

On sediment
On seafloor

Being eaten

         Dispersant waves

What we don’t have
Is the light.

I was sent to read a letter
To make sure they knew
We knew why this happened.

Stick a stick into the sand.
It’s still there.

         Dispersant burned upon the ocean’s surface.

Talk about your journey
And all that you have found:

11 dead. People fighting oil
Made sick, exhausted.
Not there. Suffering under
Glut of oil and chemicals

         Inedible fish.


This poem is an “erasure”– a poem created by removing words. The original text this poem is an erasure of can be found at