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Apr 2019
The ocean accepts every sacrilege,
every pollutant,
every lasting piece of plastic
that amalgamates into an
artificial coral reef bobbing
toward the top.

The ocean is no longer our home;
we treat it like a compost heap --
infertile, ugly, smelling of death.
Fish cannot compete with artifice,
cannot feed on trash.
It is too late to save them.
Arlice W Davenport
Written by
Arlice W Davenport  M/Kansas
(M/Kansas)   
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