The Arctic, the oil and its effect on the Polar Bear and the Walrus

The Arctic’s going through
some contemplation
its vast serene wastes
melting, the desire
to demonstrate
the cautious
sounds of silence
and understand the mystery
of fire
sensation is the solitude of
sensing
somnolent a dormant state
and dire
wallowing on the ice floes
and gathering one’s self
so as, not to pose
true danger on those daily
sojourns
to hunt, to find
some seals
The landscape has a wholesome
ring
apart from man, he is the king
a ruler of almost everything
and that is how he feels
his unique coat
of hollow hairs
reflects the light and somehow shares
the starkness of the wintry waste
and the blood and fish
he likes to taste

Then there’s the Walrus
a massive Seal
with skin as thick
he would make a meal
For the Polar Bear
or the Orca who
Have the armaments to
bite clean through
a complexion of the
darkest brown
with stiff hard hairs
about his gown
and enormous tusks
of a good 4 feet
and 600 pounds or so
of meat.
and muscle
and whiskers so sensitized
responsive almost hypnotized
other species
who just might feel
that he would make
a good sized meal

The Arctic landscape
now sees OIL
Derricks,Drills and Danger
Royal
Ugly gantries grip and gain
the ghastly threat
of spills again
a pristine wilderness
so real
such a suggestion
cannot conceal
the cataclysmic nature here
of a gruesome spill
should it appear
The Polar Bear and the
Walrus might
Imagine somehow
they can fight
their way back
from catastrophe
But they must both dwell
on this, constantly

The warships steam through
Icy floes
The Polar Bears though on
their toes
can be crushed to death
and no one knows
and though some care
the threat still grows
The Arctic is a
pristine place
Shell, and others would
have to face
a tremendous torrent
to test their nerve
a colossal crippling
crushing curve
that would savage them
from end to end
in a place
which they could not
defend