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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


Rabinowitz – Goose Music

I heard them today
swinging past the pines
wings beating strong, sure
dropped my saw and kindling
to look for them
craning neck to deep blue sky
over soft deep white of winter
great boughs suddenly quivering
as white powder cascades in a cloud
falling and the limb shakes free
there–they must be rounding
behind our small hill–
funny I didn’t see them
in that long stretch
above the open pasture–
I take several steps quickly
for a view past the bend
goose music calling me
honking so clear now
I can hear the nuances of joy,
the one talking to another,
friend to friend
ecstasy singing of wild high flight
I can see them in my mind
long necks reaching
bright dark eyes far past the bodies
of the flock
following desire
visions from past years
the warmth of vigorous movement
the invigorating chill
of minute ice crystals in the air
wheeling panorama of vast plateaus
deep winding canyons below
I can almost hear the atmosphere
through wingtips whistling
yet all at once
the sound is fading
the distance between us
as tangible as a familiar taste on my tongue
I know without doubt
where they are
and the place is empty blue air
I blink but the last distant calls
where they should be
nothing but clear bright air
dazzling
stunning my mind into recognition
a vision–
I never saw their passage
across the vast, whirling sky
but they were there
where I looked
more real
than the modern megalomaniac
nightmares
of “downloading” consciousness
into computers,
doing away with our bodies
as with Nature
a world run by machines
producing more machines
nothing but empty gears
with no substance
for we–not abstract thought
but the spirit music
the feeling that carries us aloft
with the geese
our illogical shared ecstasy
of life
singing our creation
the blood pulsing
wings sweeping
eyes taking in
a breathing unfathomable world
the goose music
our music
irreplaceable, timeless
Feel!

1/15/93
Rabinowitz


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