Ode to an Endangered Species
by Laurence Overmire.
Not Will you leave us here too long
We Have not Paid Attention
to squander the best of the world
a pity we do Not Understand
ourselves no more you fly in the wind no more the buoyant
ripples
on a pristine pool
the splash of color
in a worm-tore land
no more
the survivor's sad lament
But No weeping Will There Be When
your perfect, singular form
Vanishes
the muted salting of a Wounded Earth
And All That Is and All That
will ever WAS in Some Way Be Diminished
for tUnnoticed loss
Though I Will Be Recognized
in the stillness of eternal night. -------------------------------------------------
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Indelible Mark Publishing. Www.imarkbooks.com
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