The Pelicans Can No Longer Reach You

By Golden
The pelicans can no longer reach you
Watching droughts from windows
Arctic snow shining shingles
Fire cutting houses into koi ponds

Humans pray in their language
Pillaging, pills, & purgatory
Refuse stretching for prognoses
Digging cranes into ecosystems
Never thank or leave the bones

Blue whales sacked for winter sludge
Breached death to signal the angels

Cancer now set in our capturing
Mortals ignore Earth for disaster

A mother saves its kingdom.
Golden wears red tights with white birds affixed to them, a red crop top draped with red fur, and a red do-rag while posing in the middle of a room with wood and green velvet furniture.
I made it home, 2025, Roslindale, Massachusetts, by Golden.

Source: Poetry (April 2026)