Oil Spill Poem by Rebecca Dodgson

I was sitting alone in a car,
the gentile rain pouring dreary drops,
bouncing on the asphalt ground
and disappearing beneath shadows of metal monsters,
glowing yellow eyes illuminating a spot of oil.

Here, the water mixed with the oil,
creating a beautiful array of color.
When seeing the beauty against the dreaded asphalt-
a man-made footprint of our mark upon the world,
it's hard to remember that oil can destroy life.
It can poison. It can kill.

But the beauty is not the weapon.
It is carelessness and greed,
For man will conquer a rainbow,
because we believe gold is at the end.