Squander
I’m still a magpie. If it glitters,
I want it, no matter
the cost—
I don’t connect the bangle
I buy online to a gold
mine’s cyanide heap
leaching, or the made-
with-fracked-gas plastics
that I throw in the trash
to the survivor in an as-yet-
unnamed epoch
who’ll sniff the fossil
bones of a predator
unknown to it, though
the skull that it licks
will likely be ours,
and even if this creature
resembles the rat-size
mammal that evolved when
dinosaurs died, by what blood
chemistry will it breathe?
W. J. Herbert’s debut poetry collection, Dear Specimen, will be published in the fall of 2021 as a winner of the 2020 National Poetry Series Competition.