by George Held
The photos of oil-marinated gulls
And pelicans dying in the Gulf
Make me want to see Tony Hayward
Of BP also floating in the shallows
Completely coated with his product,
A stunned look in his oil-glazed eyes,
His rich thick Oxbridge hair stuck
In place with his own tarry gunk,
His hairless baby skin slicked black
With oil, a drop falling from his beak
As he looks pitifully for succor
From the volunteer wildlife rescuers,
Who size him up for triage and say,
“This sad bird is too far gone to save.”
George Held has collected many of his New Verse News poems in The News Today.
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