What I have left within

Is oil, spilling through a breach

Setting currents ablaze

–

My voice it billows

As an envious cloud

Cutting short the breath

Of a young spring day

–

I dredge away flora

And root and soil

With heavy footfalls

Kicking up sand storms

–

While the lights in the eyes

Of a tearful friend

Turn away at last

To keep a new world warm