But, especially,
Robert McGee
I hate “Big Oil.”
I hate them, passionately.
I hate their profits.
I hate their power.
I hate their arrogance.
I hate their very existence.
I hate BP.
I hate them, passionately.
I hate the thought of the people they kill.
I hate the thought of the wildlife they kill.
I hate the thought of the environment they destroy.
I hate the thought of the livelihoods they destroy.
I hate all of the lies they tell.
I hate their very existence.
I hate “Big Oil.”
I hate them, passionately.
I hate their profits, their power, their arrogance.
I hate their very existence.
But, especially,
I hate using their product every time I drive.
I hate them, passionately.
I hate their profits.
I hate their power.
I hate their arrogance.
I hate their very existence.
I hate BP.
I hate them, passionately.
I hate the thought of the people they kill.
I hate the thought of the wildlife they kill.
I hate the thought of the environment they destroy.
I hate the thought of the livelihoods they destroy.
I hate all of the lies they tell.
I hate their very existence.
I hate “Big Oil.”
I hate them, passionately.
I hate their profits, their power, their arrogance.
I hate their very existence.
But, especially,
I hate using their product every time I drive.
Robert McGee was born and raised in Clarksdale, Mississippi. For the past 28 years he has lived in Mobile, Alabama, where he works in a factory. He is married with two grown children. Collecting old books and writing poems are his favorite hobbies.
The Spill
In 2010, when the Deep Water Horizon Oil Spill exploded and threatened the way of life that Gulf Coast residents know and love, West Florida Literary Federation offered an outlet for expression. During the six months when the uncapped well gushed, and for one year following the successful capping of the well, writers, poets and photographers from across the country sent us their words, thoughts and feelings, thereby providing a literary record of the Deep Water Horizon environmental disaster. Here are the best of the submissions.CONTENTS
Photo Essay
A Tale of Two Beaches: The BP Oil Spill, Before and AfterProse
Nirvana No MoreWe Need New Legs
Watching the Beach Workers
The Daydreams of a Believer
Viewpoint
The Last Swim
Poetry
HUCKSTER (OIL SPIEL)SLOW DROWN
Pensacola Beach
Our Loss
He Got His Life Back
Haiku
THE REAL QUESTION
EXPLOSION OF THE BP MACONDO OIL WELL
Brutal Performance
Black Gold
B R I T I S H P E T R O L E U M
Dangerous People
All Is Not Well & Other Unpleasant Realities (Courtesy of BP)
Four Haiku
But, especially,
The Blackness Carnivals
Mississippi Coast Lament
Tarballs
Reaper Screaming in The Gulf
Capped
spill
DON’T TOUCH OUR PROFITS
ONLY A MEMORY
DAY FORTY-FIVE OF THE DEEPWATER DISASTER
THE ENERGY POLICY ACT
Black Death