Kayleb Rae Candrilli
You don’t even have to look to know this world smells of lava and the ways in which we’ve burnt it. The argument against heat
is a scarecrow smoldering from the inside out. The fields are locust wing—dry and there is little hope if you are listening
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The poems in What Nature were not written on Walden Pond. They were not written because poetry can save the Earth. If they are a far cry from last century's nature poetry, it is because "nature" today is a far cry from sanctuary or retreat. These poems are not at ease and there is no place left to retreat. They are themselves far cries: urgent calls for rethinking our place on an imperiled planet.