Foil
Lori Dumaligan
When coral reefs with open pores
Cry out for their poisoned cores
When migrants rickshaw run over the desert sun
And icescapes melt and forests fire
When trenched vaults of forgotten species
Are mined and drilled offshore
Is a museum of natural life burning
While a drowning stone can’t feel its own weight
Now only the singing descent into the siren’s heat sink
Fish, bones, and anchors submerge
As sacrifice: a pulley system of cold bodies
Surface evacuated by the weight of salt
for oil, soil, and spoils: humanity
wrapped and baked in its own foil.
