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The number of vaquitas left
was around 30 in early 2019.
—
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Today, news about small dolphins:
Only sixty vaquitas left.
Two years back, they numbered some
one hundred “individuals,” living
in the Gulf of Mexico’s northern reaches.
So clever those vaquitas—little cows,
gulf porpoises: the dolphin brain
as complex as that of any animal
but humans. Dolphins learn by observing.
They remember events, know their surroundings,
focus on a task and solve problems.
Dolphins have a sense of self and place.
Who cares? Mexico and America claim
circumstances beyond our control
to explain why gestures at protection fail.
You see, the Chinese pay enormous sums for
totoaba, an endangered fish,
its swim bladder a delicate taste and “cure”
for circulation ills, infertility.
So poachers set gillnets for totoaba,
nets that descend like fate to entangle vaquitas,
little breathers. One by one, gone.
No escape, so nothing for the pod to learn
and teach however keen each understanding.
Weavers between water and air, playful
interpreters, they lived once in a more
gentle world. And now they’re drowned.
***
Constant news of human beings:
so clever with our complex brains,
more intelligent than other animals.
We extract the fuels we burn to power
our cities: our buildings, cars, and planes;
we remember events, learn by observing,
focus on a task and solve problems.
We have a sense of self and place.
We make trouble for ourselves, the world,
but trouble happens slowly so we don’t
consider outcomes: we make an engine
or smokestack, or invent a clever
way to force natural gas
from deep below ground with water
and chemicals and pressure. We don’t
seem as a species to connect cause
with effect—cancer from pesticides
or radioactive leaks. We can make
of our homes no place to live, water
poisoned, air thick with burning,
farms parching, whole latitudes
soon hostile to life, coasts
drowned, while most of us repeat,
“Not me” as we turn to fork our meat.
Copyright 2019 Sandy Solomon