Nature withers as we watch, ruptured
arteries of oil killing the earth.
I scream as sludge begins to fill my
mouth and breath no longer fills my lungs.
Without the antidote of music, art and poetry
I shall die before I’m even missed,
a vagrant memory in the minds of some
a taste that lingers after death has wandered off.
—
Susan P. Blevins, ex-pat Brit, traveled the world extensively, lived in Italy for 26 years, Taos, New Mexico for 14 years, and now lives in Houston, Texas, where she enjoys writing stories and poetry about her travels and life experiences. She had a weekly column on food in a European newspaper and has published articles on gardens in US and European magazines. She is now widely published in literary magazines in the USA and elsewhere.
