Borders Poem by Johanna Boal

Borders



Behold,
A sea bed with
Oversized edgings
Made prying,
Then drilling
And exploring
Someplace
The Caspian Sea,
Anywhere,
Wherever,
Africa.
Millions of years
Of lying!
And double-dealing?

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This poem is based on a photo I saw of old fashioned petrol pumps owed by Shell the oil people.
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