So much death.
And you don’t feel a thing.
You have no idea which species
no longer sing.
She no longer brings her family to the river.
The skunks. Who no longer sniff the neighborhood
or run into your dog.
Like a foreign phrase you don’t understand.
Curious, you will.
The world is at your fingertips now.
But more translating is necessary still.
More transactions to clear
the runway, the road,
and everything—everything—you hold dear.