Sarasota Bay

We have blood on our hands

The ride tide consuming us

Eating our future

Gills up gasping

The monsters inland

Mawing away carnage cut

Sugar sweet death on their breath

We seep our effluence

Returning bile for beauty

What are we thinking?

This cannot carry us

Except to a watery grave

We will die like the fish

We have blood on our hands

By Margaret D Kruger

Copyright August 2018

Sarasota FL 34236