Magnolias and cherries bloom in the spring,
In car-curve cornered Levittown,
Blushing compromise pink, a Kleenex shade,
Mixed from red stripes for city,
And white stripes for country,
And stars, which are pastoral dreams.
Cluttered, unyielding colors,
Emblems of burgeoning power,
ARCO and GULF and EXXON,
Cry “Small to the Wall! ” as before.
High tension wires hum in the wind,
In the mist they mention the future.
“The first are just dying born to cars
And they act as if now is forever.”
“A moment, a speeding moment,
A sun story too short for telling.”
The hills,
Squeaking a little without their oil,
Could say, but don't,
And the clamor of azalea petals
Counts the miles to market.
Stewart McKenzie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/polemic-02-fuel-fossils/
