Dow Chemical is talking like the first-graders in the class I'm right now baking brownies for: "I didn't drop it, why do I have to pick it up?" Article also puts the Union Carbide contribution to Bhopal survivors at currently $550 a head. Mighty big of them.
Oh, but happy birthday Curtis Mayfield and Allen Ginsberg. Wish you were here.
Lordy, a two-poem blog entry run, ain't nobody coming back here ever again.
Clouds: A Business Plan
Keep churning it out;
Someone’s eventually going to want it,
Aren’t they? And we’ll have it ready for them.
We can’t pull out, we’re too far in,
So we’ll just pull back a little,
And then a little more; do more with less.
Take out the ones who know the right words,
The ones who know the rules,
The ones who know what to do.
Slide out the equipment, the plans,
Valves, plates, water spray, escape hatches,
A little at a time, pulling every prop
Until the factory, unsupported, hovers like a cloud.
Humming, barely running, emitting
A buzz of discontent and tension.
What a trick! Like coyote off a cliff,
Legs cycling frantically in midair
Before it crashes. And the cloud escapes.
He remembers a day in Catholic
Grammar school: He was castigated
By the sister for drawing clouds
With flat bottoms. Clouds are puffy,
She insisted; he knew better, little scientist,
And stuck to his guns and took the hit.
Then the toxic cloud rolled down the streets
Like a rogue wave, chasing humans,
Bringing them down. Three thousand
Souls escaped in that moment, spirits
Like smoke into the sky. What a haze
They must have made in paradise.
They say at least one more dies from it
Each day. They say they’re not sure
Where they’re sourcing that statistic.
No matter; today, the world is flat,
The clouds are flat. So he runs
It up the flagpole to watch it wave.
He sees cirrus wisps, but the crown chakra
Is not top of mind. Outsource democracy;
No danger of overproduction here.
The executive summary counsels
Keeping a keen eye toward opportunities
Presented by the fog of war.
Image: Rene Magritte's "The Castle in the Pyrenees," used so often by everyone, I'm sorry, sue me.