Ted and I have a Sunday morning ritual—the political talk shows and then brunch at the kitchen table, with Ted invariably plopping himself down on whatever articles I want to read. Most of the news this week was about the Gulf oil spill. BP’s latest attempt to cap the undersea gusher had failed. Would President Obama’s political standing be hurt by all this? And what about the economic impacts, short-term and long?
I said, “Listen to this, Teddy boy. According to Ed Overton, an environmental scientist at LSU, ‘We’ve got to get more vessels. We don’t need 1,300, we need 10,000. Now’s the time to stop being optimistic and get the assets out there.’”
Then, just a few paragraphs later, I read another expert saying that—in so many words—you ain’t seen nothin’ yet, and that if hurricane season arrives and there’s still all that oil in the water, “You can take a big tar mop and paint the Gulf Coast black.” I was about to tell Ted how I felt about all this but he’d already gone upstairs to the keyboard.
speaking for all of us with fur
speaking for those who have feathers
luscious creatures once
and bivalves and mollusks and crustaceans
let somebody else talk about jobs and politics
till the animals are all dead
c’mon put someone really mad
in charge of this
summon the supertankers call up the
make believe it was terrorism if that’ll help
okay so we have to hope bp caps the well
but somebody needs to scoop up the oil
like the world was ending right now
where are the ten thousand vessels?
you can’t wash this stuff off your paws
you can’t bring dead critters back to life and
you can’t clean your conscience
not if you’re not all-in this time
want me to speak just for cats on couches?