DeaneTR – Wilderness Birds of Extinction
Then voice of reason says poems are impractical, that they don’t pay the rent, people ignore them. A waste of time… So the poet keeps quiet, helps the writer find the specific non-poem reference they are looking for. It tells ’em to ignore the poem.
And then perhaps in the rarest of times, the poet remembers that there is still work to be done. Unfinished poems to share.
This is one of those times! —> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_extinct_birds
You tell me to clean up my mess?
To pick up what I’ve left and leave no trace?
As if clean and sanitary
is the definition of sane?
I tell you to take nothing
from the wilderness…
I tell you to let it be without us!
With only our visits and no
trace left behind after
we have left it
and it has left us
We are all in a hall of mirrors and
at the edge of you
we see infinite reflections of you
Then you leave and all images
of you vanish…
There must be a better way?
A path that’s you as you change form
from tree to rock to spider to bird
and always as only you,
always as a hall of mirrors
Of you as Dodo
of you as Great Auk
as the spotted green Liverpool Pigeon,
as total extinction, leaving no trace
And your sky is filled with you
Your once flying fast over us for days and days
a giant cloud of endless flapping wings
An entire sky overcast in your beauty
You were once Passenger Pigeon
and always as only you
Then you leave and
all your reflections vanish too
All you could of left behind is lost in
Wilderness where you say
you know what the rules say
and you know you must leave no trace?
Date: July 17, 2011