Rancid deposits of tissue that jellied
Much like our napalm and lip balm;
Or soap that one rubs on the palms...
Or the shampoo in hair—they're the same
In a way; for everything services
Vanity, stomach or murkier motives.
Issues of edicts and bulls from the Pope
Of fragrance and flagrant voracity
Lit with the fuse of velocity;
Sparking the engine—the tumbler's combustion—
And fleeing the voids with our fleeting avoids
As we rocket away with a dizzy rotation of axles.
We're pumping our pistons
And jumping from prison to pyre
As we jelly the substances fueling the fire.
“An oil platform exploded and caught fire in the Gulf of Mexico on Thursday morning, touching off flurries of conflicting reports about sightings of oil slicks in the water and whether any workers had been injured in the blast. ”
– CAMPBELL ROBERTSON and JACK HEALY, The New York Times, September 2, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/03/us/03rig.html
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