Climate Change Contest: Gold

I. 
I wish I hadn’t been born in the Age of Extinction, 
I really don’t think my origami heart was made for this,
This list of things that disappeared into the folds long before I was 3, 4, 5, 
How many last ones am I throwing in the trash? 
How many last ones am I scraping on my tongue? 
Where are the last papyrus makers in Egypt? 
Where are the last speakers of my tongue? 

II. 
You didn’t know the spirits talk to me, 
But they do. You don’t know that there is a ghost following me, 
But there is. You ask me to define immigrant for a prompt in our English class
& I say someone who doesn’t need an English class. You ask me 
To define broken in our English class & I say my butchered mother tongue.
Then we go read an article about a species we will never see, 
A type of bluebird that I can’t remember the Latin name of, 
And that seems important, because if I don’t remember the bluebird, 
Then who does? If the Library of Alexandria hadn’t burned down, 
Would I know another word for bluebirds, now?
If I didn’t spend so much time thinking about dead and dusty things, 
Would I know another word for a lifetime, now? 
Maybe the spirits know another word for bluebird and that’s why they keep showing up 
In the reflection of my bathroom mirror. 

III. 
There are bones underneath the whole Earth 
And yet we wonder why we are cursed. 
We put bones into our cars and we wonder why we can’t breathe. 
We put bones under our strip malls and wonder why people disappear into the trees. 
You tell me back in Ohio there was a golf course built on a Native American burial ground. 
I tell you that no one remembers what our traditional clothes look like now but my grandmother. 
I was not built for the Age of Extinction. 
I was not built for the Age of 
Colonization &
Degradation &
Burned out forests & 
Dying languages & 
Dying people &
Dying bluebirds. 

IV.
I am watching the birds drop out of the sky 
One by one by one, 
I am watching the humans fall into the sea
One by one by one, 
I wish that the last dodo hadn’t died long before I was born, 
I wish there weren’t lists of all the beautiful things
The light will never reflect off of again, 
My chest is filled with imaginary butterflies 
That disappear before they see the light of the sun. 
Our sky is filled with invisible poison
That never seems to leave our lungs. 

V.
I wish I hadn’t been born in the Age of Extinction, 
I wish these syllables didn’t trip clumsily off my tongue,
I wish the ghosts of dead things would stop haunting my sleep, 
I wish I didn’t have a list of all of the things I’ll never see, 
I wish every tendril of smoke didn’t remind me of this song,
Another bluebird gone, 
Another bluebird gone, 
Another bluebird gone.