Sara Miller – Destiny of Species

Sara Miller
Destiny of Species

A sign appears in the forest
which has no use for signs.

Spores and torrents,
these are its wants.

These and dusk, which
at last folds the birds

into its pleats.
We’ve no idea

what the trees endure,
or what they’re thinking

up there in the avian belt.
All that melody, perfidy.

The to and fro of fledglings
on their way to death.

Today singing, tomorrow
quenched like a wick.

I hate the sign
and do what it says.