That China Syndrome chemical spill
According to the BBC
Five miles away but
No one would know it
On the ground here
Were it not for the news
Media and I am so glad
I'm incommunicado now
Because they would be calling
To check if I could check out how much
Exposure had to be swabbed down
Or drop in on the evacuation center
In Fountain Valley. It's just that
I've been to too, too many
Hazmat situations
For one lifetime, and they cut
The media off any way
Not like the good old days
Of transparent horror,
The anthrax stations
And the tire fires
Worst of the worse,
What hell looks and smells like.
The thing is
It was my job
To remind people
They lived in a fire zone,
Those poor, chosen
Doomed people.
What if they had to let
The horses free? is a question
Most people don't have to ask.
The only way to survive
Is with an escape route,
A valuable skill for a rat
But it makes normal life
Claustrophobic, forces a course
Correction, a re-routing reset
Of just stopping the watching
For the blue lights of cop cars
And their perfect algorithm of surveillance
At least that's the way it looks
From the mountain, where the hawks,
The messengers you're not supposed to kill,
Don't care what flag you wave.
There's no residue way up here
Of the latest apocalypse,
Up here it can only exist
As a belief. The peek-a-boo view
Of the ocean from the Daily Seagull
Must be considered in the frame
Of the panorama that bursts
In your back yard.
