“In nature nothing exists alone.”
We heard the rumbling and spark of static
roiling in the clouds beyond our reach.
No one thinks the storm will last
until the second lightning flash.
That summer we heard thunderous claps,
flinched abashed and mildly amused,
until the leaves revealed their paler undersides
and shivered in the strange cyclonic wind.
Blowing into fall, the tremendous storm broke,
ripped apart our Hope, from Truth and Future.
We wept, railed and marched toward the devastation
that only the unsheltered knew would always come
for our poorest—peregrine canaries left
to swallow the executive-ordered DDT.
Will we heed their hoodless eyes again
or cower in despair at every chilling tweet?