Saturday, 25 of May of 2013

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Lucille Lang Day – Flows into the Gulf

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Mississippi
 
 
 
Melted snow from the crests of the Rockies rushes
past pinyon pines limber pines lodgepole pines
corkbark firs ponderosas gathering silt as it reaches
bur oaks cottonwoods staghorn sumacs silver maples
passes prairie cord grass winds through cattails duckweed
skunk cabbage finally to mingle in the Mississippi
with water draining from thirty-one states where hunter-gatherers
lived with bison herds for ten thousand years

Now the river carries oven cleaner
human feces and caffeine
medical residue from hospitals and laboratories
scouring powder and soap from millions of houses
antibiotics from all the cattle ranches in the Midwest
solvents from farm-machinery plants
pesticides from corn and soybean fields
ingredients used to make plastic
enough estrogen from birth control pills to bend the genders of fish
thousands of tons of herbicides
fertilizers that cause algae to form massive green carpets in the gulf
which leads to an explosion of bacteria that decompose algae and kill
everything in an area the size of Massachusetts each year

All this even before 206 million gallons of oil
from the Deepwater Horizon blowout
before hundreds of thousands of gallons of oil dispersant
containing chemicals that destroy red blood cells and cause cancer
It all enters the shimmering, translucent bodies
of arrow worms and dinoflagellates consumed by oysters
the algae scooped up and eaten by shrimp
the crabs that crush mollusks and shrimp with their chelipeds
the sea bass whose stout jaws clamp down on any smaller creature
Of course, it’s in our blood and hair and fingernails
It floats in our hearts and permeates our brains as surely
as hope or anger It’s in your body and mine—
these molecules that cling like lovers to our bones

First published in Ambush Review #3, 2012


Jessica Dampier – Patience

On the highline
Between Calgary and the beginning of autumn
We stood braced against
lThe shipping containers on a 48
As three days sped past.

Near Flathead
A cluster of deer, startled,
Looked up as we did,
Our antlers broken but our herd intact.
A second before they would not have recognized us as deer.
I’m still not sure what they thought of us.

We stopped at a 2 mile and jumped off,
Soaked bandanas in a creek
In Idaho, somewhere, where the tall spruce
Cast shadows on tall mountains.
A small bear ambled up to the water
And looked at us askance.

I remembered my father explaining things to me
When I was a little girl.

“The earth is our mother.” He said,
“Not because she provides for us…
But because she has patience with us.”

Jessica Dampier


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