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.
Money—care—claims—legislation—
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 http://bit.ly/YpjGOg
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