May 16, 2010
There is so much gas we can barely breathe. They call it drilling for oil, but it’s a gunshot wound through the flesh of this earth.
Mind the children. Behind their portholes are eyes.
The only skin exposed is on our hands and knees, as though at some point we might return to all fours.
Go ahead, try to fill the void with golf balls, hoses, detritus, garbage. Or a tampon to stop the bleeding.
That which is most powerful
must most comprehensively
be contained.
For an example, consider the word:
without its form, our utterances
would be screams.