We can't always just lean on hope or false positivity narratives. We have to embrace the losses around us and witness them, it hurts more but maybe it will help us change. I would love to say there is hope for the Vaquita's, but my heart says no, too much and too far gone. Grieve them with me and witness the loss of a sweet, simple species that survived ice ages, the rise and fall of oceans, predators unknown and now extinct, countless generations of a thinking, feeling species that hit the wall of humanity.
~broomwatr
Phocoena sinus is just a name
As the end draws nigh
A lingering shame
For the last of the vaquita
Calls my name
"Cetecea!" from whence she came
A mother cries out
A species dies out
a common refrain
But it has a name
Vaquita
Vaquita
Vaquita, our shame
Eons to speciate
Decades to decimate
Seconds to dive into a
Failure to thrive
Not natural selection
Not evolution, unmastered
Losses by toxins and
popcorn shrimp masses
No nets built for her
Can focus this blur
No words can recur
the cry of a mother
of a species
that can't
endure
us
"Cetecea!" from whence she came
A mother cries out
A species dies out
A common refrain
But it has a name
Vaquita
Vaquita
Vaquita, our shame