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I guess I can not go too long wit out a good rave after all. Reading Stone's recent article on the oil war got me diving into old rants. The Bush Cheney cheesy yellow bellied Democrat news has been too disgusting for me to bother starting a new one.
Amber Fields of Grain
Snow dusted fields glimmer like lakes
the gently rolling prairie an undulating ocean
Driving the fall furrowed North Dakota plain
I recall endless fields of Saskatchewan wheat
enough to feed the cattle
enough to feed our world
The Thirties will soon be only a good book
or ancient history
Farming is a science now
Norman Borlag a savior
Only in nightmares of nuclear desolation
or the quiet nagging of carbon dioxide
do we imagine this land barren
dry
dead
fished out like the blue blue ocean
picture postcard villages languishing
suffering the slow death
vessels and crew in permanent dry-dock
or posted
DANGER DO NOT EAT
fish from here more that once a month even if you’re poor and hungry
especially if pregnant
OFF LIMITS
like the quiet green bank at the bend on the river below the dam
or the clam beds in the back water bays of northern Washington
I wonder if the signs are in Somali or Hmong
Here there are not a million needles dripping poison into the helpless veins
of every stream and river
No cities dump raw sewage in the bays
away from the tourist beaches and luxury hotels
Barges do not set sail at midnight
weeping cargo deemed as useless as yesterday’s news
as deadly as gossip
to be magically disappear
some where beyond the twelve mile limit
Medical waste does not wash up on these gentle furrows
only snow
No
this land is far from the army of trash trucks queuing
like bees at the entry to the hive
to deposit poison pollen in the methane pools called landfills
or under the tall stacks of the incinerator
that politically proper
heats several city blocks
never burping unsightly smoke
I wonder
when I see the bird headed oil wells pumping
bobbing up and down like a dime store novelty
if they too are poison
killing the earth like the Valdez
only quieter
Wonder
seeing myriad cows in a cage like refugees in a tentless camp
what really happens to the waste they need permits to pool
in cement lagoons
posted
NO SWIMMING
Wonder
what they will post where we bury the undying waste
from the plants that spend nuclear fuel
like we use credit cards
They can’t use the fertilizer from the compost plant for people crops
too dangerous for pregnant women and small children
it goes on the ground to grow hog food
so they say
the rain drives it deep
seeing no difference
The Beat Goes On
I don’t trust the times
New York or LA
she said
It only takes a certain stance
and viola you too can or can’t
ride Air Force One
Not that I blame them exactly
looks pretty nice in all the movies
the plane I mean
and its not like there’s a fourth estate anymore
the democrats were accused of taxing it out of existence
according to the latest Washington Post report
the administration of fattening it
till it exploded
spatter gooey things all over the vice president’s
new hunting vest
Not that one is morally or ethically
superior to the other
she continued
a tear developing in the corner of one eye
one tortures
one is quietly complicit
Hard to take the moral high ground on this one
They speak for the cameras
directly into the voting machines
imagine the levers being pulled
the programs being corrupted
counting the votes
sweeping the bodies under the rug
no photo opportunities
as they slide through the airports in secrecy
One poaches
gathers illegal data
one allows the harvest to continue
firing warning shots at a tidal wave
both eyes beginning to water now
they fill the granary with key word correlations
that will not feed the homeless
educate an immigrant
water a single flower
she cried
tears raining from her heart
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