Smithsonian May 27, 2015

The lungs of the earth
are rising and falling

the places of hiding
soon to be extinct

a polar ice cap recedes
and the final words
of the crew and passengers
of the 1952 plane crash
spill out
from the mouths
of strangers
from an island near by

the maps
in the all of the school rooms
are leaking salt water
the walls already ruined

the chalked and boarded rooms
smell like dank remorse

there may be a day
you think of me
when another glacier
falls into the ocean

you will move to higher ground
and I will swim
into the rising sea