Dead Sea
T Tom Billsborough
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The flotsam and the jetsam
The plastic floats to smother
To make a sterile Ocean.
Why do we kill our mother
From whose vast womb
At first we did appear?
I hear the tide that whispers
Following my stride
Echoing the message...
Stop this matricide.
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