In the Isolation of the Sky

Feral pigeons were made

By humans, reads the lede,

Reminding, good or bad,

No one resists hubris—

Humans, humans did this.

The planet is dying

Of humans—it isn’t.

The planet can be saved

By humans—no, it can’t.

Responsibility

Is social currency

Traded in exchanges

As detached from under-

Lying fundamentals

As any stock bubble.

Pop! What made the pigeons

Feral were accidents

Of pigeon-ness combined

With new environments,

Contingent accidents

Of humanness. Take charge,

Now, though belatedly,

Of how you want pigeons

To be, but keep in mind,

Beyond your intentions

Will rise consequences

As feral as pigeons,

Dusky, extended wings.