black hands over his eyes

A beautiful rolling wave laps the yellow sandy beach
A playful pup leaping into the arms of its mother, 
Earth.
Her blessed bays welcome the ocean, treating it tenderly as she notices streaks of black in his coat
"Why is thou stained?" She asks, "Who doth defile ye?" 
The ocean replies with a shivering glance
A man in the ocean, atop an iron throne 
Ripping apart the ocean, tearing away at his skin like a ravenous flea,
Sucking out a black ghost in the ocean's depths
Oil,
Speaks to this man, and tells him to keep killing the ocean
Its black hands are over his eyes
And the mother earth and the howling sea look on in anguish.