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IN A HEALING WORLD
ELIZA CHUA
SEA TURTLES ARE NESTING IN RECORD NUMBERS AS HUMANS STAY AWAY FROM BEACHES
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“Nearly 100 critically endangered sea turtles have hatched on a deserted beach in Brazil, their first steps going almost unnoticed because of coronavirus restrictions that prohibit people from gathering on the region’s sands.”
IN A HEALING WORLD
NUMBER OF CAR CRASHES INVOLVING WILDLIFE DROPPED
“As states across the country enforced stay-at-home orders from early March to mid-April, road traffic decreased by about 70% in California, Idaho and Maine, researchers found. At the same time the number of car crashes involving deer, bears and other large mammals also dropped across all three states.”
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THIS IS NOT A FABLE
GERARD STARLING
When will be today That the cat mews out no longer That the knife gleams in the corner On a box placed in the kitchen
When will be today That the wisdom teeth cease conflict For an estate with the molar Or the neighbour in their backyard Breaks their captor’s bones no longer
When will be today We can all sit down bare naked With no shame from Christian fodder Or a palette treading lightly To a tone so dark and shattered
When will be today That the great white shark that breaches From a seat atop the country Calms a boat in storms that’s rocking Like a lynched man in the Delta
When will be today That the hands of all our children Are raised in celebration To a world that’s painted even Not clenched frightened for a future
When will be today That the air we breathe is garnished With the faces of the suburbs Gleaming teeth not used for fighting As you’re waiting at the station
When will be today That the hand that grips the fence line Can be hoisted by another From both arms that reach out kindly, As it welcomes humans over
When will be today That the biased clouded sources Will be broken by the sunlight In a gentle dissipation From collective hands that guide us
When will be today Women walk the street at midnight And pursued only by wonder Of the options they’re presented Of equivalence to mine.
When will be today, That the towers made of suffering In the quest for domination And the phallus of hierarchy Are sent topping down in flames
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