Susan Richardson
African Villanelle
A swollen tongue of oil invades the sea.
Its kiss is one of death, not of pleasure.
The coast’s the throat it probes so ruthlessly.
The Dassen Island penguin colony
feels its urgent, viscous, vicious pressure.
A swollen tongue of oil invades the sea.
Dehydrated, they seek shade fruitlessly:
the waterproofing gone from each feather.
Their coat’s the throat that’s probed so ruthlessly.
Their chicks are fed infected anchovy
they’ll never swim where the water’s fresher.
A swollen tongue of oil invades the sea.
Thousands of birds will die, undoubtedly
the final body count’s beyond measure.
The coast’s the throat that’s throttled ruthlessly.
Amidst all this is one huge irony:
the ship from which it spewscalled "Treasure."
A swollen tongue of oil invades the sea.
The coast’s the throat it probes so ruthlessly.