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All covered up in slime they seem to hide.
We see them on TV: so near, yet far.
The pelicans, the swans…have they all died?
Each one a frozen statue made of tar.

They wallow in the muck—can’t see their face.
Like weeping willows in the wind they weep.
The feathered beauty once so full of grace.
Now, in disgrace, they stand and sleep.

A school of fish becomes a single fin.
A flock of birds becomes a single plume.
The excuses and the blame are wearing thin.
We need solutions to avoid this gloom.

It seems the entire gulf is one big stain.
The flora and the fauna feel the pain.

 © José Chavin Presser

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