Blood of ancient reptiles

Oozes from shale

Spurts from the tops

Of well-placed wells

Staining everything it touches

Stuffed in barrels

It washes over our shores

Siphoned into the bellies

Of restless machines

Where it is burned

To a thin curl of smoke

Which we never see

Head down

Pedal to the metal

To our own extinction

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