Touring the Earth Gallery

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Chicks—dead in a once teeming reef
and a mother bird
scouring ghostly coral.
            We dozed, broke our machines.
Extreme heat, intensifying rain
will bring the island states’ collapse,
a fast decline of sea grass.
            Our time period is one of
            glacial isostatic adjustment.
In the third chamber, dust
daily rearranged into pastoral scenes:
            beach strewn with radioactive crustaceans—
                      “The Woman at Repose
                      with the Sea Behind Her.”
Note that it is not the woman’s
figure that is kinetic
but the structures above her:
            fugitive lightning,
                      skeleton of a Dodo bird.
There, where a poet scrapes
her tail across tundra—
            see the sand blowing over
            her last regret.
She dips her quill into a pigment jar,
scrawls her forecast across the clouds:
            neon-blue antlers,
                      cellular squid.
Smacked into glass
that resembled the sky—a sparrow
sleeps on its side in the dirt,
            yellow-feathered, wind-stuffed.
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