September – Dreams and Memories: Memories

Memories

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In years to come
when my bones are brittle
but my memories clear,
I don’t want to be the last one
who remembers blue skies

In years to come
when my heart beats slowly
but my memories are crisp,
I don’t want to be the last one
who witnessed the wild,
before we eliminated all
the animals and birds

The majestic, myopic rhino;
the elephant, whose memory
will outlast mine;
the fat galah waddling pink
across my lawn, strutting
its own importance to
a watching cockatoo;
the bee now replaced
by a pollinating drone
because politicians
thought humans had
dominion over Earth

In years to come
when the ice has melted
from our consuming hearts,
I don’t want to be the one
who remembers
we did nothing.

© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks
#monthlymusing

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