The Piercing Eye – 1

Amoco Cadiz

‘Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better.’

                                 Dr Seuss-‘The Lorax’

Whooper Swan
Watercolour – Pizza Tray 30 cm diameter x 15 cm deep.

Alamosa

If you were to take a 0.2% solution of cyanide in water on a teaspoon, it would kill you. This is the story of Consolidated Mining Company in the United States, where 3000 gallons of sodium cyanide leaked from its workings every minute. There are thousands of comparable mining operations around the world.

In ages now gone,
To the gold rush
South Mountain gave.
Where waters of life arose
There the Alamosa sprung.
Here prospectors
Fell for lust of gold
In chasms deep.

8,000 bars of gold
They dug in Wightman Fork,
As indigenous Ute
Fought for tribal home.
Government and miner did collude,
A treaty with Ute, for pittance procured.
Four million acres stolen
From this native heartland.

When all was gone
Save rust and decay,
Men unsated,
More they wanted.
So, these great mountain slopes
They scraped and stripped,
Dug and crushed
The ore and stone.

This Summitville Consolidated
Took beauteous land,
To turn to open pit.
There they laid vast plastic sheets
Of such proficiency
They tore and went unreplaced.
Upon this, they heaped
Great mound of ore.

Like children
Playing in pit of sand
With cup and water,
They poured their deadly mix.
10 million tons of stone
With Sodium Cyanide they sprayed,
To leach out each last grain of gold.
20,000 ingots of gold and silver, spirited away.

And when all was done,
In lust for gold they left
Great heap of toxic spoil
To leach and foul
The Alamosa.
Millions made,
they for-closed,
From the hills they ran.

Doors ajar, a settling dust
Every minute
Three thousand gallons
Slipped from noxious mire
To land and water pollute.
‘No harm done’, they did say
As great Rainbow Trout of Alamosa died.

Now, what is left?
This leach pit vast, 200 million gallons
Laced with cyanide.
Bills await, in dollars
150 million to date.
Who pays? The state,
And so, you,
As governments and corporations still connive.

DE 2020

The verse here tells the tale of the Summitville Mining Disaster in Rio Grande County, and the clean up operation continues ’till this day, It is an example of man’s disregard for his environment in his pursuit of profit. This is not a sole example, there are thousands of mines around the world similar to this. The following is a summary of what actually happened.

Most people who wear a ring on their finger, a gold bracelet, a locket around the neck as a token of great and enduring love little understand that their love is contributing to destroying our planet in the most toxic way.

The significance of the Summitville Mining Disaster is lost on many; nobody died, there was no cataclysmic explosion, BUT the Alamosa river and surrounding lands were contaminated, killing all aquatic life for 17 miles, agriculture was affected as was the ecology of the area.

Although occurring in 1992 the clean-up is still on-going and will never cease, it is seen as a ‘perpetual clean-up’.

There are thousands of open cast mines around the world that use the same dangerous and toxic process used at Summitville with little or no regulation. The cyanide leaching process used at Summitville is the standard process now used, called the Mac Arthur-Forest Process. The question is should we we let these companies and governments collude and allow the use of these processes for the sake of a metal with limited use? (In the US alone, there are 75,000 abandoned mines).

We could ask are we fit to be guardians of a planet while we let this happen?

In the case of the Alamosa, the mining company were refused a licence to mine at Summitville in the first place by the Mining Regulatory Agency, they appealed to the state legislature who sided with the mining company and changed the requirements to get a permit resulting in the company getting an automatic licence.

To mine in the US, you are required to give a bond, an amount of money, to ensure appropriate precautions are undertaken, Summitville’s bond was $3,000,000. The amount required for a bond was increased under the Clinton administration, and then revoked under the Bush Administration, highlighting the fact that many Governments ‘walk hand in hand’ with large companies and multinationals in the drive for huge profits.

The Summitville Mining disaster or Alamosa River Disaster as I choose to call it*, finally came to the attention of the public in 1992, after Summitville Consolidated Mining Company had used the cyanide leaching process to extract gold since 1986. Toxic heavy metals in solution with the cyanide leaked through a torn liner, whilst heavy snow and rains caused run off. An estimated 3000 gallons of contaminated water laced with heavy metals and cyanide poured every minute into the soil and watercourses both from the leach pits and old workings.

When traditional mining has worked out an area then the remaining ore can be crushed, dumped on a huge plastic liner in the open air, and continually sprayed with sodium cyanide. The highest pile of ore at Summitville was over 190 feet high (58 metres). This pile on a liner is known as a leach pad, the cyanide has an affinity with gold and silver and dissolves in it, just like sugar in tea. This is then reclaimed using a carbon strip tank. The run off, leakage and evaporation of highly toxic substances, are some of the obvious hazards.

Although this type of process may seem complex, it is almost naïve in its simplicity, astonishing in its risks, and amazing that it has never been banned, and it has become the main process of gold recovery after mining, and is used throughout the world. It amounts to half of the world’s production of gold.

The Summitville Mining Disaster or Alamosa River Disaster has cost the State and therefore the public more than $150, 000,000 so far.
The amount of gold and silver reclaimed from 1985 to when the open mine closed in 1992 through the leach pad process at Summitville amounts to 9,155.8kg of gold and 9,947.3kg of silver.

By my somewhat primitive methods of calculation, taken as an average between 1984 and 1992 the amounts produced were worth:
Gold – $209, 587,880
Silver – $4,653,329

The company declared itself bankrupt in 1992 and lost its bond of $3,000,000
When you consider how much the company made from the mining, losing this much is nothing, even if you factor in set-up and production costs.
They walked away, never helped with the clean-up and never even locked the doors.

In my verse I have used gold bars and ingots to denote amounts, as the figures involved were so huge, they were beginning to overwhelm me, and so the gold and silver in the verse is based on 1 kilo bars.

Using such a toxic substance as cyanide with very little oversight or regulation out in the open, so that we may hoard the gold produced in vaults, or theoretically stabilise economies, or wear it as a symbol of love, continues to astonish me. The leach pads are prone to leakage and methods of cyanide reclamation are poor. Other metals within the ore leach out along with the cyanide itself and are not reclaimed, flowing into groundwater and soil, poisoning the land and the living. The residues are held in holding ponds, which are prone to leakage and collapse.

This leach pad process replaces an even worse method of gold reclamation which used mercury. In some areas like the Amazon there is evidence that this process is still being used. The mercury is poured into the crushed ore and the gold forms a bond or amalgam with the mercury. Not all the mercury is reclaimed and again leaches into rivers and watercourses. Sometimes the dams that held the tailings from the mining/crushing process broke pouring a mercury laced silt onto land and into rivers.

The gold we do need to use for contacts on computers, phones and other technological applications is so infinitesimally small that we could use stock around the world without making an impression on the total amount that has ever been mined.

It has been suggested that the amount of gold mined world-wide is actually greater than declared, but is supressed to keep gold prices high.

The indigenous Ute’s tribal homeland was in the San Juan mountains and the Rio Grande Forest area, which included South Mountain. Miners were initially forced out by the Ute. Pressure from the government was put on the tribe to give up 4 million acres, which they did for $25,000 a year, but when you consider the value of the thousands of kilos of the declared gold which were produced in the early period and value of all the undeclared gold, the Ute gained little from ‘pressurised eviction’ under the Brunot Treaty of 1873.

Green or Eco gold is produced through alluvial panning by villagers or indigenous tribes in South America they are paid a Fair-Trade wage and no chemicals are used. You just need a metal pan, a river, and some skill. It’s more expensive, but do you want to buy an engagement or wedding ring for your loved one at the expense of the earth, or do you want to give something back and protect the planet? The pioneer of eco-gold in the UK is an eco-jeweller called Greg Valerio, and he has more recently been trying to source ‘eco-gemstones’. Gold is finally beginning to become more widely available but struggles with ensuring validity due to intermediary buyers who sell on, so if you intend to buy check out sources carefully.

*It was the river and those who lived along its banks that were worst affected.

Sources include:

http://snobear.colorado.edu/Markw/Intro/Summitville/summitville.html

https://www.cpr.org/2018/07/10/epa-tells-colorado-to-take-over-the-summitville-mine-cleanup/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Summitville_mine

Image by Dink: Dead Rainbow Trout, leaping, with an aerial view of Cosolidated Mine Workings integrated into its body.

Facebook

Written after the BBC revealed in February that large parts of the Amazon Rainforest are being illegally sold on Facebook.
Despite its reach, power and wealth, currently Facebook has refused to take action over the selling.
With a net worth of $527 billion, (that’s $527,000,000,000), and 3.3 billion users using one of its products every month, we should ask ourselves, has greed become everything for this company at our planets’ expense. Should we allow a company like this to become unaccountable for its actions just because we use their apps, and if we react, we might be prevented from using ‘their’ platforms.

Facebook!
On you, we call time,
You, server of people,
Face and space provider
Voice of the world.
You’re no longer trending.
A new profile name
You deserve,
I call you
‘The Great Colluder
World Abuser’

I post message
To all you users
Time to unlike your provider,
As you post thoughts and pics’
Of dogs and dinner.
‘Ticker’ says,
Real time event!
Vast forests are falling,
Wake up!
See through thin veneer,
Your providers’ colluding.

Amazon Forest,
Fast selling.
On Facebook,
Highest bidders’ buying.
Post it to page,
Pin it to top,
Tell the Story of our rage,
Tag your friends,
Post your views.
‘To what end?’
‘The chainsaw’s stop.’

Unfriend this leviathan
Whose profile picture,
Should be the burning
Of your children’s future.
Notification, just in,
With great profit,
Social responsibility slips,
Moral obligation slides.
‘What, Our duty? Bahh,
All this guilt is wearing thin.’
But your total Likes are descending.

Facebook, take heed,
We serve you notice.
Reset your timeline.
Be not a destroyer
Of world’s greatest forest,
Of the air we breathe,
Of indigenous people,
Of children’s future,
Of the planet you inhabit.
Else, Milestone become Tombstone.

Right click, delete.

For more in-depth information on the illegal selling of huge areas of the Amazon Rainforest read the BBC article written by Joao Fellet & Charlotte Pamment

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-56272379

Then make your voice heard. Tell them you don’t approve on Facebook; they can’t ban everyone it would be too costly for them! Tell them that they have a collective responsibility to ensure they leave an inhabitable world for their children.

For those who don’t know – some Facebook Terminology

Your Profile
Collection of stories, photos, and pictures that tell your story.
Message
Similar to an email message, they appear in your Facebook inbox.
Tag
A tag links a person, Page or place to something you post.
Post
Facebook Posts are public messages posted to a Facebook user’s entire audience or on a person’s specific Profile Page or ‘Wall’.
Like
Clicking Like gives positive feedback.
Unlike
Is to reverse the above and provide negative feedback.
Ticker
Positioned on the right-hand side of your homepage, it is updated with your friend’s activities in real time.
Timeline
Your timeline is where you can see your posts displayed by date.
Trending
Trending shows you a list of what topics and hashtags are popular and have recently spiked.
Views
The number of times your page was viewed.
Friend
When you add someone as a Friend, you automatically follow that person, and they automatically follow you.
Unfriend
A person does not receive any type of notification if you unfriend them on Facebook.
Milestone 
Special type of page that let’s you highlight key moments in your timeline. Used to share important events.
Pin it to Top
Any post you pin will move to the top of your Page’s timeline and a pin icon will appear in the top right corner of your post.
Story
Facebook Stories are short user-generated photo or video collections that can be uploaded to the user’s Facebook

Lockdown 3

I wrote this poem because I was struck by the similarities between a fungal infection sweeping through bat colonies in America, and the Coronavirus itself moving at speed through the human population.

Part 1

Part 2

Is this how it is
For species expunged?
Now I see how it ends
At first fear, bewilderment,
Isolation.

‘Persevere,
For survival we fight’.
Behind stark concrete walls,
Authoritarian missives
Bleached interiors,
Searching for cures.

Vaccines, a surging hope,
Louder sounds the daily toll
So, to satiate that dead dark bell.
Mutants burst from parental soul,
To our beloved, we close the gate,
Desperate to hold at bay
That monster fell.

Now again, the doors are sealed.
Ventilators click and hiss,
To chest’s rise and fall.
The call to cure, a sacrifice.
A multitude despair,
In heart and mind,
Whilst others party on,
Blithe to fate.

So finally, will it be,
That outnumbered,
We, exhausted,
In groups,
Ones and twos
Alone, curl up
Bereft of fight?
This species
Exhales in a sigh.

And stop.

We have seen how it is,
For species expunged.
We hang from cliff and ledge.
In fear, bewildered,
We huddle closer.

In dark cavern,
Suspended we grip,
In terror of luminous glow.
A white muzzle, a glistening drop
Of fungal growth,
Crackling of an outstretched wing.

Some migrate
To a warmer clime
A surge of hope in erratic flight.
‘Till our contaminated,
Our beloved, follow too.
Again, we are put to wing
As fungal spores seal our fate.

In small clusters,
We clutch, embrace our young.
Inverted, we listen,
For rasp of breath.
Forced awake,
Our bodies we break,
Depleted, we,
No chance to sleep, hibernate.

So, finally,
exhausted,
In groups,
Ones and twos,
Alone,
In pain profound,
Close our wings.
‘Till chest’s rise and fall,
Subsides.

And we are gone.

Further Information

Seeing colonies of bats hanging, huddling close together on cliffs and in caves, the living next to the dead, with white fungus spreading across their muzzles, babies and adults alike, made me consider the similarities between this, and the effect on the human population of Coronavirus. Watching the news, seeing people on ventilators, families, incapable of helping loved ones, watching them die. The parallels that can be drawn, the part we have played in the spread of both, the possible outcomes, and the effect we have generally on the planet, for me, could clearly be seen.
In America this fungal Infection has caused the death of 90 to 100% percent of colonies infected. According to the U.S. Fisheries and Wildlife Service, to date approximately 6.7 million bats have died.
Bats have been linked with the spread of Coronavirus to the human population, but in truth it is our relentless invasion of territory inhabited by them and other animals that may have caused the transmission.
The fungal infection is called White Nose Syndrome, and manifests itself as a white fluffy fungus seen on the nose of the bat, and in the wings, leading to their deterioration. It leads to a change in the chemistry and metabolism of the bat, forcing them to use precious stores of fat stored for hibernation. They then wake up in a normal hibernation cycle desperate to search for food, and consequently die in winter or early spring. Breathing is affected, as are the condition of the wings causing unstable flight patterns and eventually death.
White Nose Syndrome is believed to have been exacerbated by cavers who enter caves, picking up the spores on their clothing and transmitting this to uninfected colonies. The damage to the climate, and wetter seasons also enable the fungus to spread.
https://www.biologicaldiversity.org/campaigns/bat_crisis_white-nose_syndrome/Q_and_A.html
https://www.whitenosesyndrome.org/static-page/what-is-white-nose-syndrome
https://www.nps.gov/articles/what-is-white-nose-syndrome.htm#:~:text=White%2Dnose%20syndrome%20(WNS),likely%20exotic%2C%20introduced%20from%20Europe.
https://www.nature.com/articles/s41598-018-33975-x

Lockdown Part 2

The Unwilling

Will we,
The unwilling
Look back,
Upon brief,
Gentler time.
Where we
Slowed, thought,
Felt senses quicken
Tasted true again
Touched the living
Felt heart awaken
Heard World’s Song
Acutely saw,
Life
Leaf
Child.
Where we left
Earth to breathe once more
And know
In this heart, this soul,
Brief moment
Could have endured.

DE – 2020

Poetry in Lockdown Part 1

The Change

Written at the beginning of the Corona virus pandemic in the UK, and the start of the lockdown to try and prevent its spread. It was a strange time where people waited, unsure what was happening, changing their whole pattern of life and attitude toward others. I was struck by how human activity had stopped and yet nature and the world moved on and even began to recover from human activity.

Lockdown …
We Fear
For ourselves,
No longer
So confident.
We,
Quieter now,
The birds
Sing louder.
Bustler
In shopping aisle,
A step
Too close.
Hold breath,
Hold!
Move, exhale,
As trees breath
Deeper.
Passer-by;
Step into road,
Silent road.
Dance around
Fellow threat.
Fox bemused,
Languidly,
Sits on
White line,
Watching
Strange new
Human ritual.

D.E. – March 2020