(on hearing that 3 billion
birds have vanished in North America)
As a child I wrote names
of birds, the infinite
possibilities of flight
words built on a wing
and an air to scribe
blue notes on skies
what miles have flown
what rivers dammed
what wild orchestras
slowly drained of song
the dreaded *Silent
Spring is here, from
ear to ear a loss
too vast to encompass
our shame goes marching on
Sophia Naz is a poet, translator and artist.