Whose excess of faith is intact?
Whose coffee in paper is cupped
In fists that can cradle a fact
And comfort and never erupt
With more than a protest. We sip
And gushers of plenty fulfill
Demands on the harnessed. We grip
The planet so tightly we spill
Some drops in to space—where it's gas
That dissipates—following prayers
From earlier eras and pass
Away from our grip. And our heirs
Already are losing their bond
With ancestors flying away—
I'm drifting to edges beyond
The limits. I'm watching them spray
The surface of earth. They ignite
The clouds and the birds all collapse.
The oceans are burning new light
Like stars or the sun or perhaps
Like embers of paper in heaps
They lit with our excrement, books.
And farther we drift as they reap—
I think— the whole orb. There it cooks.
“Saying BP has "from day one, frankly not fulfilled the mission it was supposed to fulfill," Interior Secretary Ken Salazar expressed frustration Sunday with the delay in stopping an underwater oil gusher 33 days after an oil rig exploded and sank in the Gulf of Mexico.
"I have no question that BP is throwing everything at the problem," Salazar said. "Do I have confidence that they know exactly what they're doing? No."
But he and other federal officials likened the task to an "Apollo 13" mission.”
– CNN Wire Staff, CNN, May 23, 2010 -- Updated 1933 GMT (0333 HKT)
http://edition.cnn.com/2010/US/05/23/oil.spill.response/
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