Censorship Poem

Censorship Poem

Quite awhile back I was chatting 

with a fellow who had worked for 

the U.S. Geological Survey. With a 

few buddies he was mapping out  

remote areas in a western state, so 

users of the resulting detailed maps  

would know just where they were at. 

The men crossed a stream and for a  

reason that needs no explanation

named it “Wet Ass Creek.” When the 

maps came out several years later my 

friend studied the area he’d detailed and 

found that somehow the name of their

aptly named brook was now “Watusi.” 

2023 Jacqueline Jackson

This article appears in Springfield’s cannabis entrepreneur.