There by the ocean a tiny cove,

No tides come in or go out.

Sure, ocean level just stays the same,

Philippine Islands clout.



Same in India, garbage collected,

Ocean’s edge, despicable!

Until the storm drives it out to sea.

Way South India conditional.



Dumagette,  Philippine Islands.

Negros to single the Isle.

This tiny cove, like, 30 feet in,

Nothing there to defile.



Bobby Omigo, Philippine girl  sure,

Pure, pure as the driven snow.

Lived with parents, an only child,

History book there to show.



Always, she studied desire to go!

Stateside some sweet day!

Become a nurse in that Promise Land!

If she had  her way.



Perfect  American  her speech,

She had practiced, could tell!

Picture perfect, beautiful!

Living in that  shell.



I stepped out the back to look around.

“Careful,”  Her warning ignored,

One foot into their sewer, feet deep!

Full acre treated afford.



Ugg!  Ran to that beautiful cove.  Dove in!

Always eyes open, nearly hit.

This!  The biggest fish seen anywhere!

Out of there!  Every bit!



Considering Jonah his big fish but,

This one,  kept it so clean!

The slobbers for that starfish way down

As if it had never  been!



Next morning I looked starfish still there!

Fifteen or twenty feet  down,

Whoever said sea-people not clean?

Some stupid American clown!



Dear God, help us this what we waste,

Toss it away, in the trash!

Garbage to us to them good food!

While ‘give us this day’ we ask!



Sam Cox, trying to conserve  09.19.11

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