Diesel crabs

Diesel crabs, whizzing and bubbling on the diesel covered shore.
Rainbow contamination, shiny shell, a crustaceans hell... They slide across the slick layered rocks.
The seaweed curls sickened, even the quickest fish are stricken.
Thin agile legs carry the crabs across the rocky surface, the black tides approach makes the poisoned sidesteppers even more nervous.
Purple toxic puddles wait to drown, scores of desperate crab crowds.
They were red and ripe for dinner, now they´re black, sickly oilswimmers.
Dieselcrabs the stench unmentionable.
Hightides death and leaves it´s dark sinister mark where the sand meets the grass.
Where the stiff rock meets the cliffs and where the blackened dry kelp peels, where you hear the worried cry of a colony of seals. Scattered are the diesel crabs bedding down for death, scuttering their last inch, scavenging their last pinch. Hardshells shattered left to suffer in human errors breadth.