Poem
Poem
BY JULIANA SPAHR
It is dynamic positioning that
Allows a semi-submersible the
Ability to hover there over
The well. It is a thirty-six inch tube,
A casing, that extends down to allow
The drill and bit to be rotated there;
The drill then spudding in; the seafloor, dark,
And giving way. It is a thick column
Of drilling mud that keeps natural gas
And oil beneath the seafloor while the well
Is capped and it is a cement that
Fills in the casing so the drill pipe stays
Unmoving, stable, in this ever moving sea.
It is a sort of drilling mud that is
Then pumped through the drill pipe and out through
The drill bit then up through the casing and
Then back up to the oil rig in the space
Between the drill pipe and the inner wall.
It is a blowout preventer, a series of valves
That seal off the excessive pressure should
The wellhead kick then blowout. There are all
These variables. Various valves. Pressures.
Buoyancies. Mixes of cements. Currents. Claims.
Humans. Bow spring. Top plug. Shoe track. Floatshoe.
I could go on and on here calling the
New muses of innovation, common
Vocabulary, that covers over the
Elaborate simplicity of this,
This well, Macondo well, was drilled by
Deepwater Horizon and it went through
Five thousand feet, through the abyssal zones,
The epipelagic with its sunlight
The mesopelagic with its twilight
The bathypelagic with its midnight
Then where the sea meets floor, the deep ocean,
A blowout preventer there with the fish,
The darker fish, the large detritevars
That feed on the drizzle of the moulted
Exoskeletons, the carnivores, snipe eels
Ing. Next the first gas alarm then the othErs. It was then almost close to ten o'
Clock, still when next a roaring noise, a vibRation, engines began rapid increaseIng as also the drill pipe pressure rapIdly increasing as the rig then losIng power, shut down processes then failIng. First explosion on five seconds aftEr. Then explosion again, ten secOnds later. It was not yet ten
O'clock when the mayday call was first made.
The Deepwater Horizon gutted stem
To stern. What happens next ends with eleven
Dead. The rig tethered still to the deepwell.
The shrapnel. The lightbulbs then popping. The
Heat. Hot fireballs. The lifeboats smoke filled ovens.
Some lifeboats left, not yet full. Those left
Behind then jumped in to oil-covered,
Still water and so swam away. Some died:
Jason Anderson. Bubba Burkeen. Shane
M. Roshto. Donald Clark. Wyatt Kemp. Karl
Dale Kleppinger. Gordon Lewis Jones. Keith
Blair Manuel. Dewey Revette. Adam
Weise. Stephen Ray Curtis. I will not tell
You their lives, their loves, their young children, their
Relationship to oil. Our oil. The well
Exploded. They then died. Some swam away.
Some floated away in boats. Donald Vidrine,
Curt Kuchta, Jimmy Wayne Harrell. I did
Not die. I watched it then burn on a
Flat screen. Anthony Brian Hayward, Steven