i.
Moths can’t resist the light
of solar panels on the desert.
Hungry little birds chase after them,
their larger predators in hot pursuit.
The heat ignites them—all of them—
and vaporizes them.
ii.
Windmills are romantic,
wind is free.
The creatures who inhabit wind—
eagles, kestrels, owls,
rock doves, meadowlarks and bats—
fly into spinning guillotines.
But, then, who needs the birds?
What we need is energy and light
to blind us to the death of flying things.
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