Yesterday, taking the lead in a new Real Toads series on favourite poems, Kerry chose Preludes by T.S. Eliot, one of the English-speaking world's greatest poets. He wrote his Preludes as "a series of introductory poems for a longer piece that does not exist," said Kerry, but she loves them just as they are.
Therefore, as today's challenge at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, she has asked us to write a prelude to a longer piece that doesn't exist.
My prelude is a conversation between the president and vice-president of an imaginary American oil company considering the highly controversial process dubbed "fracking" (also referred to as hydraulic fracturing or hydrofracking) in the oil-producing industry.
In my imaginary conversation, the president is beginning to get cold feet. However, his "vice" hastens to assure him that no problem really exists, that it is all in the minds of the complainants.
While the following conversation is in the imagination of this poet, many reports have described the dangers of this method of fueling the engines of the future, while others say it is perfectly safe.
the oil company president said to his vice-
replied his viceness while just oozing niceness:
"that’s 'fracking rig' sir and I’m glad to report
we’re making, er, writing up lists for the board.
thus far, the dangers don’t outweigh the profits,
very few states complain: one is New York
where they're so nervous, they’d squawk about pork
and sure, there’s complaints about air pollution!
bad smells in Colorado, it’s no wonder there:
all those dead cattle would smell anywhere,
with salts, acids, benzene, toluene, ethylbenzene, xylene,
radioactive materials, chemicals in Pennsylvania—
complaints about us are a sure sign of mania,
and they say 'heavy metals', but all metal’s heavy!
brain tumor removal of course causes pain
but that doesn’t mean that fracking’s to blame
for discolored water that’s starting to bubble,
they’ll say anything to get us in trouble!
counting Wyoming, Texas, Louisiana—
not too many states when you know we have fifty,
and some Texans think if it makes 'em rich, nifty."
By Kay L. Davies, May 8, 2013