Pity for the Earth

(midnight – promoted by Nightprowlkitty)

Its in the coastlines now, in the harbors, bays and myriad brackish branches of the bayou. Visions of fingerling rainbows sparkling their false gold promise in the sun, creep into my view. Beautiful death, such a mask for the evil. Bright orange globs and tarred waters tint and leach into these relentless prismatic wisps, breaking free and meandering, searching, seeking to spread its chokehold throughout the very alveoli that breathes life into the Gulf.

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call

Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall

You’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam

And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen

Most of ’em dream, most of ’em dream

They say it has been coming out at 10 times the rate they originally reported. The blame game has started; they drilled deeper than they were supposed to, who will pay, and the National Guard is riding in to save the day… only the day cannot be saved once twilight has given birth to the night.

There are separators that clean up ships could have been equipped with, but if they didn’t spend the 500k for a shut off, would they spend millions on equipping them with these? Ultimately, there is nothing that can stop this. We always build bigger disaster than we can fix, more virulent diseases than we can cure, bigger bombs that we cannot protect ourselves from. There is nothing left but the Requiem.

But there’s this one particular harbour

So far but yet so near

Where I see the days as they fade away

And finally disappear

Mike Tidwell has written “Bayou Farewell” and spoken often about the dying Cajun Coast, killed by the loss of hardwood forests, freshwater marshes, barrier islands, and the life giving floods that deposited the silts that built it into the paradise it once was.

Now Mr Tidwell has this to say:

As a former journalist who has reported extensively from the*drilling fields of the Gulf of Mexico, I can tell you the US public has NO IDEA of the scale and scope of the drilling operation there. There are at least 35,000 wells and over 4,000 platforms. At night, the hazard lights on the rigs are so huge and*numerous, they look like the reflections of the stars in the sky above. If you were to stack all the Gulf offshore rigs end to end they would form a 30-story tall structure as*wide as an aircraft carrier*from DC to Philadelphia. On nautical charts, the platforms truly appear like a galaxy of stars. They literally form constellations that boat captains us to navigate by: “I’m passing the bunny ears right now and headed toward the barbecue pit.”

The point is this: at this volume of operation, human error guarantees that BP-type spills will happen again. A bit of luck has kept the Gulf free of big spills in*the recent past, but it will happen again, guaranteed. No new regulations will tame this beast.

Now, they are still talking about drilling more, here and in ANWAR; an area with no apparatus in place for such an emergency.

Oh, but no writer ever dreamed the oils applied to this canvas, the oil that would mean its death.

They are talking about regulations still being excessive and accidents being acts of god, as the man made volcano erupts.  I even heard one person say a good hurricane was in order to “disperse” the cancer. Listen to men making plans and excuses for ever more, as the body begins to corrupt before its even dead. The denial stage writ large; everywhere you turn.

They cannot admit it is over. And it is. Or maybe they know, and don’t care, happy to harvest as many organs off the host before moving to the next place to rape. They want to drill more, the black gold drives them insane.