as if Louisiana hasn't seen enough
the floods of hurricanes and petroleum
pumping from Big Putrid pipes, underwater
where we used to think god kept hell, but
discovered that it had roots deep in the past
deeper than the sea bed of golden, blinded kings
where pings from a submarine surfacing
collapse black as a missing star, a gap in a child's smile,
the only time such a smile is utterly adorable
when you drive your car into an oil drill
if you can--fill your lungs with air--and pray.
Written by Eric Roalson, Hans Lutenegger, Karyn Hempel, and Russell Jaffe 6/30/10
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