#title Exxon #author Patrick Lawler #SORTauthors Patrick Lawler; #date 1990 #source [[https://www.fifthestate.org/archive/333-winter-1990/exxon]] #lang en #pubdate 2018-01-24 #notes Fifth Estate #333, Winter, 1990 I pull up to the self service gas pumps, all the clicking numbers, my windows dirty, stuck. The gallons flowing, the gas arches into the tank in a gush. I look at what comes out of the hose— diving ducks like black drips. Grebes and cormorants unravel through the hose. A warm belly carries the deaths of Valdez. In the sweet stink of gas, 55,000 tons of herring, 1 billion salmon staggering. The sea otters like dirty gym bags. The reeling whales sucked into the tank. I must make room for the corpses of Prince William Sound. The mouths of fish go by—rockfish and halibut. Sweet gas. Sweet river. 125 miles of dead birds. 16,000 gallons of meat songs. Turn fish into fire; turn the living into distance. Watch how we use death. Just watch us.