"Open your eyes, see what you can with them," Helms encourages. When we do, we witness our own humanity's devastating impact on the natural world. The poet calls the Anthropocene to account-our polluting, our hunting, our meddling destruction of habitat-but in language so rich and tender that even as we are guilt-ridden, we are mysteriously joyful. Helms reminds us that to be human is to wreck, but also to nurture and to craft. Elephants, orcas, beetles,...
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