Bottoms up

Depending where you are,

You can light it on fire

You can find more than just lead trace

You can count too many parts per billion

Of too many forever chemicals

But you sure as hell can’t drink 

What comes from out the tap and up the well

Before it goes back down the drain.

Corporations will not save us.

Chemical companies do not fucking care.

The fracking industry will continue full force.

Profit must just taste better when laced with

Loss of life, destruction of land,

Absolute evisceration. 

After Cuba, I came back depressed.

Not knowing if I’d have access to drinking water,

For days drinking beer

Left a bit of deep-seeded anxiety,

Of survival kind. 

I am descendant of Caribbean,

Grew up on sandy shores.

Cannot think of anything more to satisfy

Than full body immersion,

And something crisp to sip when back on land.