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Jan 2012
He stood in the water
Hearing its creatures cry
as the sludge filled
them on every side

Coming to him ti say
goodbye, turning back to die
He touches each as they pass
with hands smooth as glass

He turns his head to land
knowing this is the work of man
all the sludge upon the sand
the abused power of man

He kneels down
close to shore
his voice becomes a roar
making all the birds soar

The sky darkened
the trees went silent
He could not believe
Man had gone so wrong
Trevor Comeau
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