Thursday, December 2, 2021

Resources

It was three hundred sixty-five million years
between the lowly life of Laurentian algae
and the gas-laden black shales of Fredonia.
Rumors of the Seneca and Iroquois
setting fire to water
led to speculation
about biomass, gasses, and fractures.
From ritual to resource in a few hundred years,
but within twenty-five, they had to search again.
Crack ground with no care for the creek.
Just lights for Lafayette,
church windows for Christmas.
Meanwhile, under the hemlocks,
the water flows over the shale 
to the silent glacial lake,
dead fish on its surface.

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