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Pegasus Gasoline


Pegasus was rustled by Mobil.

Texas oilmen put their branding iron

on the ancient symbol of Poetry

and turned it into their corporate logo--

just like Shell took as their trademark

an innocent seashell, to prettify

their ugly supertanker/gasguzzler strategy,

to camouflage their gas-price shellgame,

to whitewash a grimey industry

whose oilspills befoul the Muse's fountain

as well as the splendor of Neptune's realm,

and whose incessant infernal combustion

pollutes the Nature that is Poetry's source.


Now that Exxon bought Mobil for many billions,

the immortal symbol of immortal poetry

is usurped by the corporation that spilled ten million

gallons of oil on pristine Alaskan shores. 

Hundreds of volunteers worked to clean oil

off many thousands of otters and birds. 

But who will clean Mobil-Exxon's filthy oil

off the wing'd steed of Poetry?




The Tortoise and the Semi


Ninja Turtles

invade Turtle Island

while ancient Turtle species

stretching back to the foundation

of the Earth trudge toward extinction

because boys have been brainwashed

to fantasize cartoon turtles

rather than Real Turtles

that lurk in pond or creek.

And the Turtle whose back

supports the Planet makes

her way patiently across

the lonely night highway

of the Milky Way in the

path of the runaway semi

of urban-industrial hit-and-run.


On a more cheerful note:

lots of Turtles do make it

across roads without getting

squashed.  Let's hope our Turtle

is one of those lucky Turtles!