NATURE Poem: Untitled by Michael Naify: Ode to the Mine’s Runoff, by Erin Thomas

To the striking sea of fire
Who tricks the eye
In its wake of strokes
Of Hell-red acrylic,
Of deep sea oils, and the
Gasoline shine from the sun:

I know you are real,
But you shouldn’t exist
In the dark red flames
You’ve acquired. (Limbs reaching
From the depths of Tartarus.)
And around you, angelic white.

With one bone-colored arm
Of some forsaken power
Reaching down the dark blues
To save one, maybe two.
The rest resigned in death
Like their ancestors before them.

When will the tide run clear again,
And these harmless people, put to rest?

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