The metaphors swelled with a season of blood;
And restless, they rose with the melt of the snow,
Undoing themselves as the wound was delivered
To gills of the fish—to their slack-jawed surprise.
Yes, metaphor's over; it gushes with mud;
A cauldron of bubbles; a mixture of dough:
An alkaline pasture for flocks that have shivered
Too long with a shepherd who still won't reprise
A cleansing with water.
The sheep come to slaughter.
“The Hungarian government declared a state of emergency in several towns on Tuesday, a day after a reservoir at an alumina production plant burst its banks, unleashing a flood of toxic red sludge that killed at least four people and injured more than 120, government officials said.”
– DAN BILEFSKY and JUDY DEMPSEY, The New York Times, Published: October 5, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/06/world/europe/06hungary.html
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5 comments:
Scary stuff.
oh man...bad enough a flood but toxic waste as well...thats going to ruin the land for some time i imagine...nice one shot!
You depict the helplessness of the mass of people who suffer... Video, Times quote, and your poetry made me aware of the situation. Appreciate you linking up!
It is not only an ugly situation but sucking our life. what was clean is now putrid
Thanks for sharing with One Shot
Moon smiles
A cleansing with water, the sheep come to slaughter... very nice.. I liked the way you wrote about a human disaster...
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