Endangered Ghazal with Telegram and Natural World

How many sidewalks with hardly a crack
grasses in their tracks, how many reefs along wrecks

recovering once bleached. How many sadnesses indicate
true north. How many creatures dying back

feeding and lie still. Water moving against
its reflection-skin, shifting a beached humpback.

signed old avenues exchange heaves. Freezing points
breathe and hurricanes crush and those with kickbacks  

stopping it. Tornado sirens as light flecks mold-like along
the sill, as gull spines diamonded through the dark’s

per. Who will save the wolf pack or the shark attack
from the megalomaniac or the smokestack.

Nature was made to be ransacked.
thinking of this as a setback.
feeling like this is a rat trap or sidetrack or

gap, until everything including Jennifers grows scarce
and everyones are buried and the world doesn’t feel the lack.
Bushwhack back through to common sense.

stop
stop


stop


Stop–


stop


stop–


Stop.

Stop
Stop
stop– 


Stop.