Poetry >OIL IN THE UNIVERSE OF YES
Denice Laws
OIL IN THE UNIVERSE OF YES
In some alternative dimension of the multi-verse,
people drive cars, like Marty McFly, that run on their garbage.
The world isn't scrambling or cutting each other's throats to live and die for a resource consisting of the decomposed parts of long dead animals;
polluting the air with deadly carbon emissions and melting the polar ice caps.
Atomic energy is being used to warm homes; no one even thinks about using it as a weapon.
The ocean isn't sick and dying from the putrid black rot of oil spills.
Rows of refineries have not shortened the lives and caused diseases of those living nearby.
America, Russia and China work together as social media's around the globe twitter, facebook and text message with images of the first ever celebration to "The End of World Hunger" day.
The oil wealthy Arabs that oppress their citizens here
have been overthrown and ousted; old feudal ties replaced with freedom.
Egyptians never protest or die because of a leader never put in place.
Saddam Hussein is a beggar on the streets of Baghdad, occasionally wandering out into the
desert to compose speeches in the crumbling palaces of King Nebuchadnezzar.
Bin Laden is a philanthropic businessman, and the twin towers are still standing in New York.
Guantanamo doesn't taint our conscience.
In fact, there's a corner of space and time where all of the major wars in the last hundred years were never fought.
Somewhere my dad's living out his lifelong ambition to be a doctor; he lives down the street.
In alternative dimensions of space and time, the roads less traveled are spinning on simultaneously without us even noticing;
areas of the multi-verse where greed doesn't win because the rancid oil stayed decaying in the ground where it belongs.