A new poem by Jeremy Nathan Marks
Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. (Matthew 10:29)
Recently I dreamed that I was standing on the shore of an Arctic island. One man alone among a nesting flock of Great Auks, the last of their kind.
On an ocean, the color of slate, a ship with a wooden mast appeared. The captain called for boats that went to shore where his sailors, in one fell swoop, killed every last bird. While I was present for this and appalled, the slaughter still o...