The Spill

Deep ocean; not blue could have been green
hadn’t it been for the big oil-slick, looks like
a resting rainbow glossy in the sun; but where
is the gold? A horizon disappearing oil carrier
has been cleaning her tanks, cheaper that way,
and no one will now, sea birds don’t tell tales,
when drowning in spill and since the ocean is
big, fish can swim deeper till all is silence.