Poetry by Irish poet Michael O'Dea. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar, Lapwing Publications)
We walk among ghosts, they are our ether.
Switched to electronics,
we no longer feel their breaths.
Though Earth’s warnings crackle around us,
we stumble onward in science;
tumble backward in empathy to nature.
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