Leaking Oil Well as Lunchtime Entertainment at My Husband’s Hi-tech Company
In a distant quadrant of the country
a bunch of guys in a conference room
watched direct feed from under the Gulf.
They cheered for the hook and booed
when the long wire swung sideways
and missed. They chewed sandwiches
or peeled oranges or reheated coffee.
The office air conditioning kept blowing
and in the lab, expensive machinery
hummed and blinked. At six o’clock
the various smart guys drove home
in their cars. All that night, tar balls
floated into the reeds. Next morning
my husband made another sandwich:
pastrami and Swiss. All good guys.
I believe that all creatures need to live. The dog who sleeps in my bed, the moth who circles the light, the tiger I will never see all must have our respect. Power shouldn’t give humans more rights than any other plant, animal, landscape, or seascape.