Steve Hancock


The Oil Slick - Poem by Steve Hancock

Where the ocean sweeps ashore
Caressing this weary land
Fatality crude and whore
Shadows the virgin sand

The howling wind of lost souls
In territorial war
The jagged rocks of erosion
Penetrate like a savage jaw

From the bows of crippled steel
Seeps death as dark as night
On perpetual waves in motion
Rides the ghost of man made plight

The sun ascends the horizon
Dissolving the lingering stars
In the cold reality of daybreak
A panorama of permanent scars

Mournful cry of flightless bird
Hollow eyes of tarnished seal
For the realm of maritime
The bells of death do peel


Comments about The Oil Slick by Steve Hancock

  • (8/27/2007 9:02:00 PM)

    The oil slick- Very nicely written; and true.... (Report)Reply

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  • (8/27/2007 9:02:00 PM)

    The oil slick- Very nicely written; and true.... (Report)Reply

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  • (8/27/2007 9:02:00 PM)

    The oil slick- Very nicely written; and true.... (Report)Reply

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  • Marilyn Lott (8/25/2007 3:22:00 PM)

    A sad reality so perfectly put. I'm anxious
    to see more and more of your work.

    Marilyn
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  • Colin J... (8/24/2007 4:45:00 PM)

    Tragic but beautiful poem...
    Colin J...
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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 31, 2011


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