Look, look away, the feed’s grim dance,
the lesser kudu, all whorled iridescence,
holding me a full breath or more, while
the starving polar bear, a slink of ribs and
misery, catches my eye only long enough
to identify it, before, unable to soothe and so
sick to see, like a rubbernecker passing
shatter, blood-spatter, I move on.
Devon Balwit admires and worries about the earth’s creatures.