One day when the ruins of these cities lay in sparkling shards around our feet
we will tenderly lift the lifeless bodies of those once alive
from their displays in museum basements and on library shelves, from the walls of restaurants, living rooms, and dens,
And we will dig sacred burial sites with ceremonial tools
and sing our apologies into their glassy eyes and frozen hooves.
We will place them tenderly in broken ground
and cover them with cool and ancient soil
where they belong.
We couldn’t love them while they lived
so we killed them or waited with bated breath
for their deaths
frozen and stuffed
the same way we feel inside.
Because civilization only loves the living
when they’re dead.
May the wild ones run free again
Even in a dim museum hallway
he is beautiful.
Thank you for listening,