No white shadows rise to course
the rough Pacific. The nasal brag of the gooney
no longer echoes from barren atolls
in temperate latitudes once possessed
by wide-winged wanderers. Laysan sands
are laced with lead paint—
slow decline, eternal poison.
Coleridge’s curse falls now on all of us.
--for Cafe Writing
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Monday, April 07, 2008
The Laysan Albatross Faces Extinction
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This is brilliant! What a powerful testament to the Rime of the Ancient Mariner and what a literary way to bring it home to the world we face today!! As usual reading your work is such a treat! My piece is a retake over a classic too!
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