Contributor: Bob Lorentson

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I think that I shall never see
A poem as heartbreaking
As Earth’s vanishing biodiversity.

The night train of extinction
Hurtles brakeless,
Trackless,
Gathering speed, ever nearer the brink,

As a Monoculture of Man,
Self-seeding,
Omnivorous,
Stokes the fires that devour the life of a planet.Story here


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I live in rural Connecticut with my wife and two sons. I am an environmental scientist, musician, and author of many stories, poems, two and a half novels and other miscellany, my last story appearing in Praxis. When not involved with any of the above, I hike, bike and kayak.