the age of extinction

the fretting over
every living thing
begins
with the clone of
a clone of a clone
the scent of ivory
washing out
souls that make us
whole
birds of paradise
turn into fossils
the gap of feathers
reside
in mud and sand
from hill and cave
they document lacunas
that are only evident
when tides recede
and eyes are
wise
diversity is the
hand of god
the pleasure of
hummingbird on the
wing
the tadpole turning
into toad
all is lost
when the word of
man clings to a uniform
wall