...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjrUCxEoYBw&ab_channel=ZuraKadagidze
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. . There are dark stains . Where her eyes should be - . Roadside runoff befit with . Rubber tread tracks and . Taillight dilation. . . There's a look in them - . A distinctive expression - . They read like . She's been waiting for Godot . And Beckett's told her she's found him. . . There's a twilight there . That shouldn't be - . No more a hollow than . A broken glass would be empty - . Shattered, rather than left as a cavity. . . There are black clouds . Where her eyes used to be - . An oil spill and the gulf of Mexico, . The burst freighter and lost cargo, . Dark stains, drainage tanks and . . Slick immiscibility, . Lining toxicity over the surface of her sea; . While sinking to the seafloor - . The opaque oil and telltale occultation, . Of depth, and of the severity, . . Of an all too well the hidden, . Circulating, and corrosive tragedy. . . . © 2020 OokpikAuthor's Note
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