Choking monster swirls
Spills into blue
Like a Rolling Stones song
Color is subdued
Overcome by oil
Blue fades to black
Oil just keeps coming
We can’t turn it back
Wildlife is smothered
Bright eyes go dark
Life’s light extinguished
No remaining spark
Close your eyes and see it
Darkly gushing fact
You can’t make it stop
Fading light refracts
Our mindless carefree monster
Spilling out attacks
Hemorrhaging violence
Can we turn it back?
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