Creeping Crud

Lurking in the darkness,
Lies a faint disease.
Spreading forth in shadows,
Engulfing trepid seas.

Clinging to it's victims,
Wreaking havoc's wrath.
Soiling nature's innocent,
Destruction in it's path.

Seeping, creeping, toward vestal shores,
Leaking, reaping life for evermore.

Blanketing horizons,
Hovering where it lays.
Increasing in size then,
Covering its prey.

Mortal men can't stop it,
Cap it's virile plume.
A man-made moral topic,
Self-created doom.

Seeping, leaking, ecologic shame,
Creeping, seeking, economic blame.

It seems somewhat ironic,
A life enhancing source,
Can be a catastrophic,
Life destroying force.

Persistent calls to mankind,
Fail to plug the leak.
Brilliant minds cannot find,
The answers that they seek.

Seeping, leaking, water mixed with oil.
Creeping, breaching life sustaining soil.

It could last forever,
Destroy time tested lands,
Jeopardize man's pleasures,
With oil infested sands.

Maybe man would analyze,
Alternatives if he could,
Surrender greed and recognize,
His own made creeping crud.



Copyright © May 2010
Kevin Mooney

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