The Way the Language Was Andrea Rexilius The day the deer died, I was alive in my house. I was alive in a watery field of glaciers. In the realm of birchwood in my throat. The day the robins wept, the day foxes ran from the woods on fire

Day 3—
To me, this poem captures the emotional intensity we may feel related to the encroachment of environmental disaster, connecting that feeling across time and space. One thing poetry can do is bear witness. Read the full poem:
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