A Song of Hope

I will playthe last fugue of my lifeon the melting ice and rising seasas they stroke their furythrough organs and bones,on the ivory keys of an elephant ’s tuskand curl through a pangolin’s scales.They will sound in the fossil cochlea of a whale,its vertebra holding a shelletched in a lost language by expired hands.And the trees who still stand will protect useven as sea turtles drownand the ears of dolphins bleed from the noise.But the birds wh o still fly will sing me to restand the chords they still playwill be heard.
Source: JAMA - Category: General Medicine Source Type: research