Clean Up

Wash, scrub, blast it clean

Days upon months of toil

Never ending task

Aftermath

Sludge along the shore

Life hangs by the slimmest thread

Never to recover

Aground

Serene seascape

Tanker out of control

Death and despair 

Broken

Green grass abounds

Trees standing proud in the sun

Death spews from the hole

What has happened, will happen

                                      

                         
Strong is the pipe  
Those building it will speak of
It will be safe

The sludge pushes through
Hot, toxic and corrosive
Wear on the strength 

One tiny flaw
Pushed beyond all design specs
Black rain spews