_18. Gulf

How much?
XX barrels,
a millionth of an ounce in a bathrub,
an oceanliner every four days.
We don’t know.
A tar ball in a jar on the
county sheriff’s desk.
I dropped my glass and it
made a four-inch whole in the floor,
out of it came XX barrels
a newscycle.
It isn’t the first time.
What do you do?
Pick up the shards and glue
them together again, a junk shot,
relief?
Some say disperse,
some say,
“nothing.”
Let leave,
let the sea take back
its own.

remix Friday #2