Inventory 7 Week 7

For A Coming Extinction

Gray whale
Now that we are sinding you to The End
That great god
Tell him
That we who follow you invented forgiveness
And forgive nothing

I write as though you could understand
And I could say it
One must always pretend something
Among the dying
When you have left the seas nodding on their stalks
Empty of you
Tell him that we were made
On another day

The bewilderment will diminish like an echo
Winding along your inner mountains
Unheard by us
And find its way out
Leaving behind it the future
Dead
And ours

When you will not see again
The whale calves trying the light
Consider what you will find in the black garden
And its court
The sea cows the Great Auks the gorillas
The irreplaceable hosts ranged countless
And fore-ordaining as stars
Our sacrifices
Join your work to theirs
Tell him
That it is we who are important

>There is no punctuation

> five lines have two words

>one line has one word

>The first two stanzas have an even amount of lines

>The last two stanzas are odd amounts of lines

>There are four Stanzas and 32 lines

> I counted around 8 adjectives reading through it once but there wasn't too many adjectives

>All letters capital at the start of a line

>In the first stanza the line start with That and the fourth is Tell and the fifth is That again

>Tell him is a line its own in the first stanza and in the last stanza