Today's poem is by Ben Berman
The Great Molasses Flood
Here and there struggled a form ...
Only an upheaval a thrashing about
in the sticky mass, showed where any life was.
The Boston Post, 1919
Over two million gallons of molasses
turned Boston into a modern Pompeii,
drowning men and horses under massivewaves, a surreal disaster prompted
by the thick syrup's rising internal
pressure, which rattled the tank and poppedall of its bolts loose. The initial
reports blamed the distilling company's lack
of oversightfound they had installedthe tank in a hurry, camouflaged leaks
by painting the sides brown and used steel
that was far too thin even by the laxstandards of the day. But even stable
structures that are well designed and built
with integrity are susceptibleto fractures, not because they're too brittle
to withstand the stress from heavy loads,
but from tensions withinthe very word, bolt,meaning both to lock down and
break loose.
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Copyright © 2017 Ben Berman All rights reserved
from Figuring in the Figure
Able Muse Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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