Thursday, November 15, 2007

Gas






Brutish beasts
the greed of man
they come
working twenty-four/seven
raping the land

The heavy trucks
equipment – a rig
while we worry about
property values

the noise

Rattles my foundation
ruins my sleep

Helpless I buy
area rugs
hoping somehow to
deaden the sound
of the earth
weeping

12 comments:

Dominic said...

How perfect for the Thanksgiving holiday season! We learned about this in school. Remember Manifest Destiny?

Roberta said...

I just wish Chief Cornstalk was alive today.

Minx said...

Why are we still not listening?

Roberta said...

I don't know Minx. I don't know. We moved up here to the country to avoid all of that.

Dominic said...

Chief Cornstalk? Wasn't he a close friend of Johnny Appleseed?

Roberta said...

No. But he knew about the Moth Man.

Google it.

Dominic said...

Which ditch did the ditchwitch ditch?

Dominic said...

Who knew about the Moth Man? Chief Cornstalk or Johnny Appleseed?

Roberta said...

Chief Cornstalk!

Why do I feel like I'm in a reprise of "Who's on first?"??

Dominic said...

"Why do I feel like I'm in a reprise of "Who's on first?"

Because you're confusing Lucille Ball with Lou Costello.

Shameless said...

Nice poem, Roberta. Very direct, passionate. :-) "deaden the sound of the earth weeping". Nice.

_Soulless_ said...

I hope the rugs ease the discomfort somewhat.

Maybe something better will come after this experience. The proverbial silver lining. ^_^