

…poems, stories, and mediocre musings
I recently watched a bike tour on YouTube
where the hosts traveled along the Mississippi River
from New Orleans to the Kenner area
once in Kenner
they spoke on an area referred to as ‘cancer alley’
a stretch of land along the Mississippi River
where multiple petrochemical plants operate
it encompasses portions of three different parishes
St. Charles, St. James, and St. John the Baptist
the residents of this area are
predominantly poor and black
since the 1970’s numerous diagnoses
of cancer and sickness have been reported
hence the moniker ‘cancer alley’
residents in the affected areas have a
16% greater risk at developing cancer
than the surrounding whiter and higher-income
one area in St. John the Baptist Parish
has been recognized by the EPA as having
the likelihood of getting cancer from
air pollution over 700 times the national average
it has been labeled a ‘sacrifice zone’
a term taken from the cold-war era
it is disgusting the blatant environmental racism
occurring in plain site without any repercussion
the earth has thrived for
approximately 4.5 billion years
then enter the Industrial Revolution
reprehensible damage with no reversal in site
burning of fossil fuels
carbon emissions from car exhausts
methane and nitrous oxide emissions from agriculture
deforestation and urbanization
also the sickening lack of
compassion for our own people
all point to the actual problem at hand
we as humans
are the terminal cancer of earth
I was talking with my wife one night
while preparing food in the kitchen
my Grandpa that died of cancer
in 1988 came up in conversation
he had a tracheotomy
but didn’t get one of those
creepy robotic throat devices
I recounted to my wife
that the doctors told him to
drink beer and burp his words to talk
this brought up a memory that my mom
relayed to me years later
a few days before he died
he burped the words ‘good night’
before going to bed
I then proceeded to practice myself
swallowing air and burping words
I burped the phrase ‘I love you’ perfectly
realizing my new found gift
I then said to my wife
“if I ever have to get a tracheotomy,
I could still talk to you fairly well”
she said, “I hope that doesn’t happen”
I said, “I know, I hope I never have to
get a tracheotomy either”
she said, “no…talk”