LAST BISON GONE
Ours is the curse of the blighted touch
or improve. New Zealand’s huia bird,
was hunted extinct except for this
in the Smithsonian. We love what we love
and always we touch it, our breath
[from God, Seed: Poetry & Art About the Natural World (Tebot Bach 2010), first published in West Marin Review.]
Our hands reach for the plough and spade
When it was spring in this garden, we laid
to pledge our troth with the earth. When did
we failed to cut back the blight. Now we bleed,
is slugged. Cut the cane’s throat now, unbraid
song of the scythe parting vines overhead.
[from God, Seed: Poetry & Art About the Natural World (Tebot Bach 2010), first published in Terrain: A Journal of the Built and Natural Environments.]
Rebecca Foust’s books are All That Gorgeous, Pitiless Song (Many Mountains Moving, 2010) and Mom’s Canoe and Dark Card, awarded the 2007 and 2008 Robert Phillips Chapbook Prizes. Recent poems have appeared in Arts & Letters, the Hudson Review, North American Review, and Poetry Daily.
Lorna Stevens received her MFA in sculpture from Columbia University. She exhibits widely in galleries and public spaces. Her work has received mention in the Boston Globe, the San Francisco Chronicle, the Marin Independent Journal, and Artweek, and has been acquired by the Brooklyn Museum and the New York Public Library.