Nocturnal creatures
Luminous beetles
Radiant and diminishing
Once plentiful
In our childhood yester-summers
The little night lights
We remember well
Thousands of tiny torches
Like embers that break loose in a firestorm
Filled the evenings
But where are they now?
They seem more like apparitions
Memories
Mental photographs
Stories
Of things that almost don’t exist anymore

 

Facing extinction
Really?
Yeah really
And a million more plants and animal species
That with great impeccability and purity
Fade away like December
And yester-winter
And timeworn pages
Wisdom turned to dust
Withered notebooks filled with calculations
Venerable activists
Esteemed scientists
Their work discarded
By the mockers and the scoffers
Who don’t believe in math
Or climate averages