Treasure Island

Udiah (witness to Yah)

(1959 / USA)

Death Of A Dolphin


A super nova in Dolphinus
Foretold of the coming plight
A fall hurricane unleashed
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Maybe some toxic dumping sight has been opened up by last year's hurricane and is now spewing waste down stream into the Chesapeake or maybe even the Delaware, and then out to the Ocean shores. Remember toxins such as chromium salts can be inhaled, ingested, or even absorbed through the skin. And it can take up to 72 hours for skin absorption to show up in the form of a rash.

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  • Guy Lip-more (11/18/2013 3:49:00 PM)

    Very touching poem, so sad, this reminds me of a poem called 'Cry Of The Dolphin' about the fishing of these beautiful creatures. Yes very good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Jasbir Chatterjee (10/19/2013 4:43:00 AM)

    nice poem...it is really scary to think that because of pollution we humans might also face the same fate as the dolphins... (Report) Reply

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