A floating mass of seaweed stretching from West Africa to the Gulf of Mexico is now the biggest seaweed bloom in the world, according to satellite observations.
IN A KINGDOM BUY THE SEA (July 8)
(with apologies to Mr. E. A. Poe)
Surely it was not that long ago
when we could still see the sea.
A sea not drowning in weeds and pollution
and shore-to-shore foul blooms of algae.
None of which, I hasten to add,
can be laid at the feet Trump's presidency.
We were but children, what did we know
of activities destroying the sea?
To us it was progress and profit and love
of our inborn creative profligacy.
A love of “improving” and mountains moving
and sending our trash out to sea.
And that is why in a year or so
there may well be no more sea.
Just gobs of garbage — nature's and ours —
stretching as far as your eye see.
And all the sea's creatures will need to expire
unless they evolve to feed on the gyre
and find it nutritious, if not quite delicious.
Life, at its best, is meretricious.