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Pump, pump,
pump
rise
and fall
like a heartbeat
all you need
to know
about blood
and soil
in the price
of oil.
Last week
an army
invaded Ukraine
it went up,
this week
ceasefire talks
it goes down.
Somewhere
in the desert
below sand
where nothing grows
barrels of crude
from deposits of life
millions of years
before the doomed
dinosaurs,
on the surface
the viper
and wind
shape dunes
into wavy
dollar signs.
Coffers fill
and coffins too
treasure chests
and war chests
inhale
exhale
pump, pump,
pump
an ECG
in the price
of oil.
1 comment:
Nice beat! I also like the intermittent rhymes, the word (and near-word) repetitions, and the underlying conceit that compares pumping gas to a pumping heart. (I hope we're not in for a heart attack or a heart failure.)
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