Poems of compassion dedicated to the non-human animals who share this planet
with us and the people who fight for them.
Fading color of exoskeletons,
hardened carbonate mineral
of tentacles feeling for—
zooxanthellae you expel,
your partner under water
under sunlight
into the thinning out
marine life not thriving
depending on no longer
the feeding, the spawning,
the nursery grounds, shelter,
these things are gone, going
into fading with forests,
the water’s well-meaning
air of seventy-percent
for humans breathing
to suffocation in warming
to the instability of acidity
to the coral reefs of animal
dimming by humans, touch
delivering much to destroy.
©Lynne Goldsmith, 2020
Image by joakant from Pixabay
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