Stained Clorox jug
cascades from the highlands,
buoyant in white water,
flimsy clicking, against jagged rock.
Impurity ejected with force,
to bob in a tepid bay soup,
moors one night in Camden.
Luff in a north wind,
jostle a listing Castrol container.
God speed, little vessel!
Discharge, a mouth turned anus
to bog and submerge in fecal
thick Jersey surf,
swallowed by bottom ooze.
Meanwhile,
A bottle-nose dances
and tail flips spray
to the pristine sky,
Far, far at sea.
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