The shells began to hum
when the reef bled plastic.
We thought it was children singing,
but the elders said:
“No—
that is the grief of coral.”
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific
The shells began to hum
when the reef bled plastic.
We thought it was children singing,
but the elders said:
“No—
that is the grief of coral.”
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific
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