Slake
Sam Kaspar
Unbiased news source, I tune in, they lie
in bed with corporate sponsors, suppressing balance
impressing unrefined dry ballast onto crests
Waves spryly and reports: entertainingly
attuned to fan opinions, fighting at last
resorts to
tooth and nail, or not at all
i know they get a secret irksome joy, expressing
a fake British accent when saying slake
in reference to supplying oil for the world’s increasing thirst
for it, as if it can be drunk,
sobering: water’s cleaved from this: starting to rain
acid rain, it rinses terrain after origin skyward, cyclically
spinning ’round, in trained captive groundwaters ‘owned’
by a company who zoned out, paid off leaders
wants and takes your barreled rains
drained from your own yard extirpated or they’ll sue
as if it was ever your own land
you paid dearly, but they’ll take it when you die
they capital gains tax you into oblivion if you profit
they’ll use modern land ownership practices
saying it’s not the tribe’s communal property,
that’s not how we do it, and you’re not even Native
to be told you’ll have any land rights stripped
to the nudity, fertility symbol bearing fruit but
they’ll take it and feign high moral ground
in the canyons and make it look fair
or at least call it legal with eminent domain
getting down to sticky brass tacks, buzzing about colony collapse
and busied taskmasters, maddens us more than tax, but I’m straining too,
accept the land as it is, as it’s declared, dry and not mine
even though I paid, with a lifetime mortgaged
and bereaved
of its framed cattle fencing, free range isn’t free,
but it’s fast when you express dislike when you fight
in open ranges, target shards cut open a bit of harvest fruit juice, slakes that parched
ground’s bitter dustbowl, desertification, the salinized earth, the imported
imperialistic fumigated edibles that drenched you out, and desertion floats, a way
of business, saturated market floor, stock, floods, embedded,
costly endeavors, profit lost,
tearing up on imagining some vague assessments tossed your way like desert bone
of real, hard cost
and all that has been lost, or ever will be, they owned it, you, and also your tears
before they even kiss in betrayal the slighted and drought riddled ground