South Fork Poetry: ‘The Fall’

By Bernard Goldhirsch

The leaves are taking much too long to die
Because the earth’s demise is speeding up.
My grandchild’s child will never know the lion
Or, in some scenarios, the lamb;
Read the books now rotting on the shelves;
See the films decaying in their cans;
Or, when all her batteries are dead,
Resurrect them on her smart devices;
Drink sweet water from artesian wells;
Love, not fear, the oceanic swells; 
Breathe the pure blanket of the earth;
Be quite sure it’s moral to give birth.
She won’t know the world no longer rhymes
Or reasons.

Bernard Goldhirsch is the author of the poetry collections “Something Else” and “Enough Said.” He lives in Springs.