I heard someone say: In 20 years, Louisiana will not be producing oysters anymore. I must tell the Oyster Queen, I said. She’ll know what to do. So I travelled Down the Road to where her reign begins. I entered her palace. Was allowed into her inner sanctum. I told the Oyster Queen what the man had said and asked what we could do. But, I was too late. She’d already heard the news and decided: there is nothing we can do. This is the kind of permanent change we will have to live with from now on. My Queen is wise. My Oyster Queen.
