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Where we dug up the graves of Black slaves who mined the first coal in Illinois, where we desecrated the graves of indigenous people that covered coal in the Southwest, where we dug up animals, plants in their graves and burned them as oil and gas and coal— there, and throughout our earth, let us grieve for the graves we robbed, and then let us bless the graves of the dead that remain— and over them, for the living, the wind, the sun.
Copyright 2022 Martha Collins. Casualty Reports, forthcoming from University of Pittsburgh Press in October 2022.
Martha Collins is a poet, translator, and editor. She has published ten books of poetry, including Night Unto Night (Milkweed, 2018) and most recently Because What Else Could I Do.
Love the levels. Particularly the last line which brings the energy issue to our door.
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heartbreaking
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Gosh, yes. I wander around wondering how many people (or animals) have died on the spot I’m passing. All. The. Time.
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Yes—let us!
Thankyou
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