February 21, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Conscious’stream Is.14

Based on the Missoula Independent Cover Story (Vol.25 No.8 Feb 20-27 2014):

http://missoulanews.bigskypress.com/missoula/the-damage-done/Content?oid=1932025

The Damage Done by Kelly Conde

 

1970s, NE Montana, on the Fort Peck Reservation:

The cool springs of water off Road 75 still offered temptation,

Luring the townies with jars and jugs in preparation

They knock on the door… “You’re water’s so sweet,

Can we get a little please?

That cold natural flow is too much of a tease!”

 

Get in while the people are oblivious...

Get in while the people are oblivious…

In the 1950s the lands nearby fell under the scrutiny

Of three major oil and gas companies

Who tapped in with their drills and pumping machinery

To the depth of a 300,000 year old ocean creation.

The 1st encroach on the Bakkan formation

Has devastated today’s cool sweet water on the Indian Reservation.

 

It took 20 years, it happened slowly…

First it made the pipes rusty,

Staining the sinks and drains;

Then it colored all the white laundry.

Once the clean dishes remained oily,

Then it was time to drink bottled water only.

The smell of sulfur like rotten eggs wafts

From the bathtub, the bubbles aren’t enough to cover the stench.

The skin of the youth is too delicate;

When it began turning blue, then even the bath water they hauled in.

 

One concerned Lady, made early inquiries

She wondered at the change right as the faucets began rusting.

It took two decades for a community member to move into position to help.

She opened her ears to the strange tales being told of the water.

“My water is yellow, it smells awful and looks like pee.”

“My water is reddish and it’s staining everything!”

“My water, can you believe, it’s 0 degrees Fahrenheit and it still won’t freeze.”

“My water, it tastes salty; how can that be?

Seriously, check it out! It’s even fizzy!”

 

This lady took her brain muscle and personal grit to the USGS,

Where accumulated evidence was piling up higher than the depth of Butte’s Berkley Pit.

Add on 10 years for an in-depth investigation

10 plus the 20 it took for anyone to do anything

Plus the 20 it took for the contamination to begin coloring the plumbing

And that’s 50 long years of environmental, soil and water being tainted

Just at this stretch of prairie land in Montana.

 

40 square miles of land has been tarnished, it’s undisputed.

Somewhere between 9 and 60 billion gallons of drinking water polluted.

That’s enough water for the lifetime of every Montanan,

But no one’s counting the gallons the wildlife depend on.

 

Murphy Oil Corp. was the 1st to find the Bakkan oil;

In 3 years had built 35 wells.

Other companies came and together they claimed

The oil for their profits

So the future’s destruction lined their pockets.

 

From 1952 to ’55 there were no guidelines for the wastewater created.

Into unlined pits- directly onto the ground and unregulated,

Ancient hot water still slick with oil residues devastated.

Sadly, legislated regulations do not enforcement hone.

C.C. Thomas Oil Company was still dumping up to 42,000 gallons of waste water per day alone!

In 1961, at a public hearing, a company Rep. claimed “It’s not hurting anyone.”

 

Retired wells are forming more dire straits.

Just a ½ mile from Road 75 one sealed up just couldn’t wait

For the end of time to advance its impertinent fate.

The cement bonds loosened and underground pressure forced

Oil and tainted agua back up to seep into the shallow aquifer.

This well, close to the residents is monitored for its vicinity

The impact of its hot plume of oil-stained water has been, for its neighbors, devastating.

But there are numerous wells in the East Poplar fields that don’t get the same monitoring.

If only it was profitable to speculate how many of them are leaking.

 

14 families filed suit with a tribal attorney

A pipeline for WATER is what they were seeking.

Meanwhile an EPA toxicologist discovered Benzene

A definite carcinogen linked to over exposure

Now giving real cause to the high number of cancers found in the neighbors

The oil companies now had two strong contenders:

The People on Road 75 and the EPA wielding safe drinking water standards.

In 2002 this suit was finally settled.

The companies will build a pipeline connecting these residents to the water

In the township of Popla.r

They will also pay each family $60,000 in damages

And $5,000 to replace the pipes in their houses

They still sent bottled water as well, for 10 additional years

Or until they are certain their tap waters are clear.

 

5 years ago, in 2009

The Poplar Dialysis Center cried out with a sign

High levels of chloride were found, the mark of the ancient ocean’s brine.

The contamination had caught up with the town’s water too.

The EPA quickly charged the same 3 companies with responsibility.

Of course they appeal and deny any accountability.

 

And I’m sure you’re all wondering, how I’m going to end this long sad story.

http://www.nemontel.net/~dprw/actvities.html

Dry Prairie Rural Water Authority

The waters of NE Montana are diseased

The companies- Both oil and agricultural are free

From healing the waters for the lands and creatures in need.

They chipped in to pay for a rural treatment plant

That is cleaning the mud from the mighty Missouri.

They paid for the pipe that brings water to Poplar.

But they don’t have to suffer

From that pipeline breaking 20-30 times a year

For it was rushed into production without proper planning

Just like they rush into drilling, pumping and scamming,

As they put away special savings

To pay lawyers, when the time comes for evading.

 

January 3, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is.7

Oh Henry David Thoreau,

In 1854 recording the life living in those years

In the peace of Walden

A crystal matrix of a thorough observation of life

160 years later I wonder

Upon trails left for electric tendrils to wander

And the lines I find today

January 3rd 2014, here for you across the globe to follow:

In the last paragraph of the 5th chapter: Solitude of Walden it is written:

http://thoreau.eserver.org/walden00.html

“What is the pill which will keep us well, serene, contented? Not my or thy great-grandfather’s, but our great-grandmother Nature’s universal, vegetable, botanic medicines, by which she has kept herself young always, outlived so many old Parrs in her day, and fed her health with their decaying fatness. For my panacea, instead of one of those quack vials of a mixture dipped from Acheron and the Dead Sea, which come out of those long shallow black-schooner looking wagons which we sometimes see made to carry bottles, let me have a draught of undiluted morning air. Morning air! If men will not drink of this at the fountainhead of the day, why, then, we must even bottle up some and sell it in the shops, for the benefit of those who have lost their subscription ticket to morning time in this world. But remember, it will not keep quite till noonday even in the coolest cellar, but drive out the stopples long ere that and follow westward the steps of Aurora.I am no worshipper of Hygeia, who was the daughter of that old herb-doctor Æsculapius, and who is represented on monuments holding a serpent in one hand, and in the other a cup out of which the serpent sometimes drinks; but rather of Hebe, cup-bearer to Jupiter, who was the daughter of Juno and wild lettuce, and who had the power of restoring gods and men to the vigor of youth. She was probably the only thoroughly sound-conditioned, healthy, and robust young lady that ever walked the globe, and wherever she came it was spring.”

Oh brilliant Thoreau I sit with you now

Still able to feel awe by the pieces left living

Still pondering the path man’s made in search of pill popping,

Which will you choose, “the red one or the blue” (1)

When both are paving over ancient realms of knowledge

But micro-vision discovers crystals breathing through the cracks

In the concrete mentality of conquering

Finding still the mystery of collaboration, communion

Diadems of loving grace still procreating

Great-great-grandmother Nature’s great resolving heirloom of balance

She is the air above the flowing river

The qi is listening to the message of our illness and misstep

The key to opening self to the antidote

Her very body is quivering, waiting

Anticipating the moment of discovery

Roots, stem, leaf, stamen, pistil, petals, pollen, spores

Aching to feel the whole presence of love pulsing rhythms

To gift each seed the fertility to bear countless more

Flowers of life gifting diversity all these miraculous flavors for galactic aggregates

To assemble, rise to give voice to life

And in some cosmic complexity of an epic tragic comedy

In the face of Monstrous Megaton Wagons carrying tools to truly reach the Acheron (2)

To create a Zombie Sea

The Great Sapiens stand divided over the masochism of raping

The planetary body of our greater family’s communion

As we create cancerous defilement of the sanctuary we need for retreat

To seek that “Draught of undiluted morning air” (3)

While we cough and weeze, our stagnant flatulence to release

Like coal ash on the breeze, free radicals

Are borne to come together forming tumors on the progress of the demolition

Suckling for Epione (4), sweet Mother of the medicina daughters (5)

Soothe the pain as we tumors transfigure into children formulating essences of healing

One mother torn into another, Oya (6), the storm

We must ride the wretchedness through to find the calm waters

We must learn from her power

To lift our voices like thunder in the spring of our new rising

Thoreau, pass the cup of Hebe’s  ambrosia (7) (8)

As I pass the chalice of the trails

May All spark the energy we need to step off the road we travel same as yesterday’s

Give faith to the unknown rhythms gaining momentum with our observation

Gaining volume with our conscious flow reforming

The banks- they needed to make so complicated for our ignorant security

But we need to be fluid recreating

The undulating snake dance

Of the primal dragons strength made entrance

To find All, entranced.

Peace. Selah. Blessed Be.

http://hoodoothatvoodoo.tumblr.com/post/14826942708

Medicine
Painting by Gustav Klimt
lost or destroyed in/by 1945

Unsung

Oh my family

All my Earthly Siblings

What if the Earth cried out to us

how would you hear

through the discovery and witness

of how many eyes, spirits

will it take your personal pain too

before you to join in the plea

perhaps a great sacrifice is being called of You, Humanity

And what will you be willing to do?

What would be too much?

How can we let down our barriers to each other to trust?

The Truth is simple, start there

What we need, as all living things, mammals especially

ideally pure waters, organic soils, and fresh air

(once we did not need these things

they were everywhere, except where toxic elements occurred naturally

places our ancestors revered or feared)

Now these places are becoming scarce, endangered all the time

for unpopulated places always run the risk of being implanted with toxic waste

they are the places we must take our precious toxic treasures from or across

Now we must protect them, we must! We must!

Here in America

the “Last Frontier” was conquered

The peoples enslaved or free but robbed of culture

The animals with them, some species could not survive the brink

others were saved, but for how much longer

how long before they die, like us, so many of cancer?

What would you be willing to transform in your life to allow the other creatures of this world to live out their natural lives?

What would you be willing to sacrifice?

I believe if we begin to imagine transformation, we may discover creative and spiritual empowerment, community engagement and respect beyond our differences and that we may not have to sacrifice much;

what we do may just renew the vitality and energy of our own lives.

This is all a dream we are sharing, won’t you challenge yourself to begin re-envisioning?

Encourage Audacious Responsibility, Tenable Honor: EARTH Citizen, here we are.