Near the jetty at King's Wharf in San Fernando, Trinidad,
I saw in a newspaper a picture of an oil-covered pelican,
Perhaps it had inadvertently fallen from grace, or
Some fate had dealt it a hard and unwelcome blow.
It somehow reminded me of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner,
where the albatross had met its demise.
This pelican is dying slowly, blackened in an oil spill,
Perhaps an ill omen for the day?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have really voiced the concerns of millions of people around the world environmental degradation and the man's inability to find an immediate remedy to save innocent lives-men, animals or birds in times of emergency. Thank you, Enoch John. This pelican is dying slowly, blackened in an oil spill, Perhaps an ill omen for the day?