The Crude Life

An economy built around it,
drowns in it,
staining everything with it,
can’t live without it.

They say dispensable,
more like invisible,

A forgotten past
buried in the present.

Trapped sunshine,
released, shining the way,
only to be our own hubris.

Trapped and released
only to be trapped once more;
these natural sinks that form
under our eventual graves.

Note: This poem was inspired by the Documentary Crude: the incredible journey of oil.

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The Crude Life by Cheyenne Alexandria Phillips is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.


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