Bulimic Surfer [News Poem April 28, 2010]
“Crews ignited a small area of the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico on Wednesday afternoon in a first attempt to burn some of the oil before it reaches shore. “Based on our limited experience, birds and mammals are more capable of handling the risk of a local fire and temporary smoke plume than of handling the risk posed by a spreading oil slick. Birds flying in the plume can become disoriented, and could suffer toxic effects. This risk, however, is minimal when compared to oil coating and ingestion.””
– Campbell Robertson, Liz Robbins & Leslie Kaufman, The New York Times, April 28, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/29/us/29spill.html?src=mv
Catch a wave on bursting flames.
Swoon while huffing petrol fumes.
Cauterize the bleeding pipes.
Ride pollution's tiger stripes;
Dodge the ruined derrick booms:
Surf the sea and win acclaim.
Tigers burn in forest fires.
Surfers drown—they've pearls for eyes.
Acid rain consumes the crops—
Poisoning with water drops.
Dine upon the earth? Surprise!
Choke on what we most desire.
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