Faye Sizemore

THE REAPING

Silent death
Floating on the water
Slipping in with the tide
No where to go …
No where to hide
Feathered and four footed
And those with two legs
Tar balls among the turtle eggs
… Oily agony in the marshes
On and on this death marches

Where will it end…
This horrible humankinds’ sin?
Even in our children’s lifetime
It will never be seen
As it once was, ever again…