Passenger Pigeons

Personal memory by Liz Goldman

2017Portsmouth, NH, USA

PASSENGER PIGEONS

The accounts from a hundred years ago Amaze, the skies so thick with them, They blocked the sun, they were so copious, And their speed, their conviviality—

For us who can only use bones And pictures to conjure them, Do we really miss them, whose heft And gift we can never know?

How do we mourn all those losses Complete even before we came, Wet and squinting, into our Diminished world?