I may be dense, I dunno....sometimes anyway, but when I read this, I get the picture in my head that this poem is referring to the ills of an oil spill.And if that is the case, then I find your poetic descriptions are very interesting and creative.But if it is really talking about something else, I don't quite "get it". My brain feels dull today. I like this very much, though,in my interpretation, no matter what you were really inferring. :)

I can hardly believe the power of these lines, one memorable line after another. I can hear the shrieks and feel the goo. This may be one of your best. I like the short lines stabbing back and forth like a knife. Plus you done sent me the Webster's. Who do you think you are, Charlie, by god, Morgan? More than well done!

I have to agree about the power of it. It built a visual of a black cancer spreading and growing... but last time I checked *giggle* your name is Glenn.... so glad I'm not the only one with a wandering mind. Too much silver in my hair is my excuse... dunno what Joe David's is. *wink*

this is a poem which simply hits the jackpot in me. each word is like a golden coin fluming down my mind in golden stream, into my cup which runneth o'er.

Ye, the "dark alchemy" of man. We stand at the crest of four billion years, bacteria molded into wondrous form, burning with a slow fire and about to take the next step. Before we each leave this planet, we must change just one person's mind...Guess whose? Great write. Thanks.

Good un Glenn...CharMin

I like the force at the outset of this, of waves crashing against a rock foundation. The ocean reveals us, as do you. Thank you.

This is so visual...it is beautiful and at the same time poignant. I really love the vivid picture you've painted with these words.

Very good Glenn!