Endangered Ghazal with Telegram and Natural World

How many sidewalks with hardly a crack                                                                      stop

grasses in their tracks, how many reefs along wrecks                                                      stop

recovering once bleached. How many sadnesses indicate

true north. How many creatures dying back                                                                  stop

feeding and lie still. Water moving against

its reflection-skin, shifting a beached humpback.                                                           Stop-

signed old avenues exchange heaves. Freezing points

breathe and hurricanes crush and those with kickbacks                                                  stop

stopping it. Tornado sirens as light flecks mold-like along

the sill, as gull spines diamonded through the dark’s                                                       stop-

per. Who will save the wolf pack or the shark attack

from the megalomaniac or the smokestack.                                                                    Stop.

Nature was made to be ransacked.                                                                                  Stop

thinking of this as a setback.                                                                                           Stop

feeling like this is a rat trap or sidetrack or                                                                      stop-

gap, until everything including Jennifers grows scarce

and everyones are buried and the world doesn’t feel the lack.                                           Stop.

Bushwhack back through to common sense.