Alaska Cries

  
She ran aground at midnight
in Prince William Sound,
her skin pierced by the rocks
of the jagged reef called Bligh.

No one will ever know
how much her bleeding hull
reduced to waste;
how many died that day.

Like creeping tentacles, 
her heavy poison spread
and stole the lifeblood of
both land and sea.

The nightmare never ends,
the curse outlives the cure,
and still unto this day
the tears Alaska sheds are black.



  feb 2004 ŠJanet Reid
 
In memory of the Exxon Valdez 
oil spill, March 24, 1989




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