along the ticking timeline
enter a blowout spill
a fireball explosion
tragic loss of life
and a dramatic collapse into the sea
vast surface slicks arise
that are visible
as massive underwater plumes migrate and wander
below our field of view
so maximize the chemical dispersants
roll out a cofferdam
capture an icy methane hydrate clog
and expedite a relief well too
or cut the riser pipe?
surely lay down more oil booms
alas for now and mucho kudos
to the gigantic straw
sea turtles, brown pelicans, dolphins-
the wildlife may know
what some scientists and fishermen fear
the otherwise unknown volumes of seep
and what could a hurricane season bestow?
energy execs and some politicians may hope
for a chance to spin the risk
of oil, gas and coal
verse expansion of solar or hydro
geo, bio, wind and more
and of waste or want
of course
along the ticking timeline
enter a chance to choose
the risk and path ahead
and beat to the drum of ‘drill, baby, drill!’
or sound the alarm of-think, baby, think!
© 2010 Christopher’s Views
Superb and unfortunately all too true! When do we learn???? It is so time for us to, think baby think! Hope your week goes well, Christopher!
ReplyDeleteSylvia
yes,
ReplyDeleteagree,
Best wishes!
i enjoyed reading your poem!
Christopher, this is wonderful - and so sad.
ReplyDeleteI share your pain. We never do learn it seems.
Sad but true. Expressed poignantly. We're paying for our own demise. In continuing in the same vein, it is not 'if' but 'when'.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm glad it's not only people on the Gulf that care about this. The first dead dolphins have washed ashore. They've discovered a vast underwater oil plume, and now say that millions more gallons have been released than previously reported. It's only a matter of time - and not much of it - until the oil reaches all of the gulf shores. A hurricane would be devastating.
ReplyDeleteMy greatest compliment here is couched backwardsly: I don't always like poetry; as well, I don't always like reading political/current event pieces. HOWEVER, I really, really like this, Christopher. You are a gifted verse writer, actually using the art of the form to make your points more pointedly. Well done.
ReplyDeleteChristopher, good name! I have a brother and a son with the same. I wrote a poem about this very subject also. Sure wish the words could heal the wounds. How will we ever heal from this tradgedy! BTW, bobbie directed me here.
ReplyDeleteSo sad and so true. We always tend to "think, baby, think" after the fact. It's such a heartbreak.
ReplyDeleteyep, humans just never learn, while nature suffers :(
ReplyDeleteIt's all so very distressing. Just makes me feel hopeless down deep.
ReplyDeleteI am, however, appreciative of your ability to write fine poetry as well as prose, Christopher.
I'm afraid it's more likely to be "profit, baby, profit" and to hell with the consequences.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant piece,
ReplyDeleteI just don't know why there isn't more uproar.
Just .....greed baby, greed.