extinction echoing as haiku


to find the answer
we’d need the wisdom of trees
we’d need to listen… 

young and old alike
were in the places that burned
dreams forever gone… 

perspective be damned
the illnesses keep coming
the way has been lost… 

have you watched them die
the little ones look so scared
the old ones just wait… 

the patience of stone
that’s what we’re going to need now
too late for much else… 

it is the darkness
that’s so damn hard to wait for
hold my hand till then… 

will you sing to me
maybe share something you’ve lost
anything at all… 

if you can’t let go
open your eyes one last time
remembering love.