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"We won't see these forests coming back in our lifetime,
or even in our grand-children's lifetimes."
And with the report our minds numbed more, nearly
as numb as charred hooves trodding hot embers.
We dulled from the sharpness of
these breaking news flashes,
nearly as breaking as the thunderous thumping
of trunks upon the earth they knew.
A rabbit stood thumping in defiance
near the cave where her young huddled
quivering, the cave where bats were
already dying from White-Nose Syndrome —
All of them now just gray ashes....bunnies,
bats, bears, bucks, birds, batches of berries,
biomass, biodiversity.
After losing their home in the orange-red fury
a family stood before cameras, numb and dulled.
The girl about ten, voice breaking, recalled
her room. "It had a TV, my computer, my
iPod touch, and my phone. I miss my stuff."
MLydiaM ~ July 2012
Written for Critique and Craft—What's the Buzz— at dVerse Poets. Chazinator's prompt this week inspires us to write a poem that creates or evokes modern life, in all of its reality. To accomplish this, you might: write a poem that describes the fractured nature if the modern world write a poem that incorporates newspaper clippings or other non-poetic material write a stream-of-consciousness poem transform unpoetic writing into poetry
More about White-Nose Syndrome at U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service.
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