Tim Barrus: Pushing the Weight of Gravitas Itself

A bear is mainly teeth and butt. Black bears are more interested in what is inside your backpack, maybe goodies. A brown bear is not interested in your backpack. No. He smells you. Unless you have some serious bear spray, you are going to die.

If I go outside and listen to the birds, there are species that should have left to fly south months ago. It’s January, and they are all still here. It’s been in the seventies with one quick cold storm that scolded us for doing this. This dig it up, burn it, add chemicals, step on the gas, Buba, here comes that pink shit plasma we thought was a mountain like a mud slide. We have both.

I was standing in the cabin’s little kitchen (which is a camping stove) when I saw Mama waltzing across the front porch. Like my dogs cared. She was too fat to get in the window and she knew it. But it was strange. She should have been with her cubs in her lair. Hibernating. But it has been warm. The bears’ world is essentially over. The mammoth power plants of the West Ohio River Industrial Corridor ride the wind straight to us. Those pretty pictures you see of Appalachia with the fog moving through on angel wings but hanging low, sweet chariot. What are you, eight. It might look pretty, but it’s poison. Heavy metals will ride the air. Ever take a drink of water at the school water fountain. There’s a deal on cancer, KMart, Aisle Three.  How about a glass of river water. Sewage systems have less viral particles. Technology will save us. Haaa! Haaa! Haaa! Haaa! Haaa! Technology will save the rich. Even when you have your electrical cars, the angel wings in fog will burn your lungs out. 

Because in Ohio, they are burning the coal that was dig up here where they call it Mountaintop Removal will still be poison. Just more of it. Breathing will kill us all, but we will have glamorous electric cars.  The bears are watching. Bears are way beyond smart. There are probably bears on the moon. Last night, I saw some bears operating a laser beam from Mars. All the bears and all the other species are dead mammals walking. But it doesn’t affect Suburban Mommy because she belongs to the Trump for Animals Facebook Group. Republicans love wildlife especially when they’re dead, well, guess what, they are, but Republicans love nothing more than walking the streets at night, looking for road kill.