I AM PIPELINE
The pleasure’s mine,
To greet you hail from high, boreal land
Where live elk, lynx and Athabasca man—
And old King Midas hides his head in sand.
I AM PIPELINE
The pleasure’s mine.
I AM PIPELINE
See me shine:
A solid, silver-plated lightning bolt;
A long-mane, open-country coursing colt;
The eyes of man-making youth in revolt,
I AM PIPELINE
See me shine.
I AM PIPELINE
Earth is mine.
I drink the darkest, deepest, devilish blood;
I move the tarry, turbid, treacly mud;
Ancient oil-converted grass I chew as cud.
I AM PIPELINE
Earth is mine.
I AM PIPELINE
Take your time,
If dare you wrest it from my steely grasp;
I own the future because I drain the past;
My body long will my short soul outlast.
I AM PIPELINE
Take your time.
I AM PIPELINE
It’s a crime
To leave a single penny in the ground;
To get by on less when there’s more around;
To restrain yourself when not strictly bound.
I AM PIPELINE
It’s a crime.
I AM PIPELINE
God’s own spine.
I’m profit, power, principality.
I fly heaven. Hell gets its heat from me.
I rule the land beyond what sight can see.
I AM PIPELINE
God’s own spine.
I AM PIPELINE
Today’s shrine.
What comes down tomorrow’s not my concern.
I’ll suck unctuous praise till I lose my turn.
Then I’ll rust away, dry-rotten and spurned.
I AM PIPELINE
Today’s shrine.