More Than Combustion, A Poem

The veins of global capitalism
Are Lubricated by a dense, smelly liquid
It has various names, all children of
fractional distillation
But, the concoctions of chemicals
it not aware that it is a metaphor for power
An innate need for control,
Yes, energy.It is something more than that
A shorthand, undergirding geopolitics
Engineers and Geologists are the factory line folks in the Empty Quarter
While the real operators are in Vienna
Effect much from Bandung to Berlin
While Berlin, gets all windy and renewable
The slimy fuel rules the game
The Godfather of Energy
The Phantom of Peak Oil, still distant