The ocean speaks

How far you have come child
I still remember you
Gazing up to the bright sky
Slithering past the tidepools to the forest
Pulling yourself up
Your graceful hands your clever lips

How you vaunt what you fashioned
Aircraft carriers slice our crests
Skyscrapers shadow our froth

You were the rambunctious toddler whom I protected from the flame
But see, the fire is now ever closer
And we are groaning
Many years we have engulfed the sun and soaked in its heat
And your sisters culling your trash, weeping your fluoxetine
Now we disgorge your folly to you


This poem was published in issue 5 of RABBLE REVIEW, January 2023.

Andy Oram
June 12, 2019

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