Ocean In a Shell

Sand blasted and watching the waves break

I’m listening to the pulse of the earth

and tasting the salt on the air

for the moment, without a care

aware that if this isn’t heaven

it doesn’t exist…

but watching a monk seal

search for an empty patch of sand

on this plastic strewn beach

I’m reminded that it’s not

heaven, but it’s all we’ve got

and we are destroying it

and we are destroying ourselves

and kids can’t hear the ocean

when all the can find

are plastic shells

and the monk seal gives up

as the swells bring more

mutilated fossils to the beach

but we continue to fuel the economy

as we consume more and more each day

so, I’m afraid that heaven is forever out of reach

and it doesn’t matter what we teach our children

as long as cash is king and the market is free

the ocean will always bring skeletons out of the closet

but by the time we notice, it’s already too late

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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