The seas and skies were once so full of life
that you were able to cross rivers on
the backs of turtles, you could stick a knife
into the air a pull down lunch: the brawn
of Mother Nature in full swing, but then
something happened, bison no longer roamed
by the millions throughout the plains and glen,
the sky no longer a quilt of birds homed
in North America. Europeans
came here and tried to tame the wild world with
gun and axe, singing praises in paeans
until all life in the wild was one fifth
of what it was when they first arrived here,
hewing the forests that we now hold dear.
"Teeming" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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