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Driving to Muskogee
October 22, 2008
Enroute to my daughter’s house
and about twenty miles distant,
a colossal gaseous mass appears
above the little city of Muskogee.
From my turnpike point of view
it looks as if it is emanating from
the O G & E electric power plant.
Maybe it’s the men in white coats.
My daughter and grandchildren
reside beneath that faux cumulus:
specter of coelacanth, of dinosaur,
of Mesozoic fern and tiny trilobite
we study while in grammar school
and depict in those dreaded essays.
by Richard Brown
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Categories: Journaling the Apocalypse
Richard Brown
qarrtsiluni 
A quietly disturbing poem; your descriptions convey both the menace of the “faux cumulus” and concern for those who dwell beneath it. I admire the way you move from time present to time past and evoke an uncertain future. What dreaded essays will be written about us some day?