The poem talks of the formation of the seas and oceans. The beauty of the slow and everchanging face of the underwater world. The life it holds and supports and breeds. The selfless giving and generosity of the seas that for thousands of years have been here and will be here long after we're gone, that is, if we don't destroy it first.
The innocent wildlife is what effects me the most about this catastrophe. The millions lost in tourism, the jobs lost in the coastal areas is all tragic, but pales by comparison, and we are aware of what is occuring and know that we did this to ourselves, that maybe with perseverance, we may get BP to shell out some cash for assistance, but the wildlife did not ask for any of this, and innocently, they dive into the water for food and get entangled in oil. The dolphins swim to warm waters and find themselves drowning in oil. The devastation will affect the environment for generations to come they say and the poem captures the angst of this wrong, just right.
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